do i really need another wake up call? why am i being singled out? i am with eyes open, aware. apparently the bees have other plans.
two months ago i was riding on my vespa, heading home from a fun ride to malibu. a bee and i collided, said bee bounced off my adam's apple and fell down my shirt , landing on my chest. i felt something fluttering and at this point didn't know what was trapped near my heart. i shook my shirt as soon as i could without losing control at 40 miles per hour. i didn't feel any sting. when i got home i scratched my chest and felt the pain of the stinger, it was only a fraction of an inch in my skin right on the breastbone, not deep enough for much venom to enter. i removed it and had only minor swelling.
\\flashback to when i was 10. the first time i was stung, this time not a bee, but a wasp. again, same entry, same target. six quick jabs to the chest. too much venom for my small body to handle. i became ill and clammy.
//forward to the present. 12:30 pm. sitting on the stairs behind my work. smoking a fag, eyes closed enjoying the moment, relaxed. i am startled by something landing on my right middle finger. turning my hand towards my line of sight, what do i see? but of course, a BEE with a crazed look in his eye, ready to sting me. this time i react quickly and draw my hand near and fling the intruder from my digit, sending the bee and smoke tumbling down the stairs. i double check my appendage and see no damage. clenching my fist i give him the finger and retreat to the safety of indoors. close call, i am the victor in this battle.
current score is 2-2.
i've been stung twice and i've had two close calls. the first near disaster involving a can of coke, a drowning bee and me taking a swig, sugar, water, caffeine and a bee, all swimming in my mouth, caressing my taste-buds, ready to make that trip down my throat to my stomach. i begin to swallow, mind you i took a big gulp as it was summer in arizona, hot and oh so dry. the first swallow cleared my mouth of half of the contents. and then something latched onto my tongue. this wasn't right. i didn't need to process this, my body knew to expel the intruder. i spewed the remaining contents out of my mouth onto the cement. there on the sidewalk lay my little "friend", too wet to fly and too stunned to move. i was furious and smote that little fucker with the heal of my shoe.
so here i stand, it wasn't my time to go. till next time. i bid you adieu
two months ago i was riding on my vespa, heading home from a fun ride to malibu. a bee and i collided, said bee bounced off my adam's apple and fell down my shirt , landing on my chest. i felt something fluttering and at this point didn't know what was trapped near my heart. i shook my shirt as soon as i could without losing control at 40 miles per hour. i didn't feel any sting. when i got home i scratched my chest and felt the pain of the stinger, it was only a fraction of an inch in my skin right on the breastbone, not deep enough for much venom to enter. i removed it and had only minor swelling.
\\flashback to when i was 10. the first time i was stung, this time not a bee, but a wasp. again, same entry, same target. six quick jabs to the chest. too much venom for my small body to handle. i became ill and clammy.
//forward to the present. 12:30 pm. sitting on the stairs behind my work. smoking a fag, eyes closed enjoying the moment, relaxed. i am startled by something landing on my right middle finger. turning my hand towards my line of sight, what do i see? but of course, a BEE with a crazed look in his eye, ready to sting me. this time i react quickly and draw my hand near and fling the intruder from my digit, sending the bee and smoke tumbling down the stairs. i double check my appendage and see no damage. clenching my fist i give him the finger and retreat to the safety of indoors. close call, i am the victor in this battle.
current score is 2-2.
i've been stung twice and i've had two close calls. the first near disaster involving a can of coke, a drowning bee and me taking a swig, sugar, water, caffeine and a bee, all swimming in my mouth, caressing my taste-buds, ready to make that trip down my throat to my stomach. i begin to swallow, mind you i took a big gulp as it was summer in arizona, hot and oh so dry. the first swallow cleared my mouth of half of the contents. and then something latched onto my tongue. this wasn't right. i didn't need to process this, my body knew to expel the intruder. i spewed the remaining contents out of my mouth onto the cement. there on the sidewalk lay my little "friend", too wet to fly and too stunned to move. i was furious and smote that little fucker with the heal of my shoe.
so here i stand, it wasn't my time to go. till next time. i bid you adieu
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i'll take ya up on that drink anytime