Zipper Man

            I saw Bill the smog guru. He told me all about his experience in the hospital. He was there for twenty-five days. It hardly seemed pleasant. At one point he talked to a Chaplin. He thought it was over for him. He asked the Chaplin for an evocation of some sort.

            The doctors had no idea what was wrong with him until he vomited blood. Oh, so that’s where the blood we’ve been giving you is going? They put him under the knife and butter-flied him. They patched him up after cutting three feet of bad intestine and working on his stomach. He has a zipper now. He said it took him a few days to figure out that you had to ask for pain medication. He said it was posted on a sign and written in fine print. He named off the medication that he’s on, none of which I remember. One makes him drowsy, and one thins his blood.  I don’t know if the medication is a good thing, but at least he’s still alive.