A conversation between a man on acid and a chair
October 20, 2008
“You never let me hold you, you’re always pushing me away like I’m made of ice!”
The chair glared across the room, folding its arms.
“Tell me once, just once when you were there for me. Hmm? What about when I was arrested?”
The chair sighed loudly letting a cacophony of springs be heard.
“That’s right, you can’t think of a time. You’re just like my mother.”
Not wanting to get into this subject, the chair reclined in its corner and drifted off to sleep.
“Me neither. Let’s not even start the journey down shit creek. I can write novels on abandonment. I can write plays and fill journals. I could cover walls and…”
The light bulb in the room shorted out.
“Oh Christ!”
The chair sprung up, worrying for his friend. It lit a match and saw the man was now cowering under an end table. The chair gave a sigh of relief then immediately burst into flames.
“No!” Screamed the man trying to douse the flames with his member’s only jacket, “I’m sorry for what I said, you’ll be okay man!”
They cried together in the empty apartment, holding each other until the fire went out.
By the time the firemen broke down the door what they didn’t see were two loyal friends sticking it out to the end. What they did see was an incinerated drug addict fused to a blackened La-Z boy.
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