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- It all started when I ate about seventy-five thousand pounds
- of lemons.
- I woke up the next morning to find my two remaining roommates,
- Isidore and Louis the Negative Third, enraptured by a
- low-budget documentary.
- "It's coming to the good part," Isidore said. "Just watch."
- "Have you seen it before?" I asked.
- "I never watch movies twice," he said. "You know this."
- "Look, guys—" I began.
- "ق", Louis said.
- "I ate, like, more lemons than actually exist last night. Do
- you think that could be a problem?"
- "Ah-ha!" Isidore said, clapping at the screen. "The circle
- fade. I knew it was coming. No, I think you're probably
- good."
- "But what if the owner of the lemons comes to collect?"
- "If it was more than actually exist, then nobody can have
- owned them, eh?"
- "And property is theft, too, you know," Louis added. "And
- vice versa. I assume."
- "But what if it harmed my stomach?"
- "Do you have one?"
- "A stomach?"
- "Yeah, I always wanted one. My parents were poor."
- "Look—do you have anything productive to say?"
- "ق", Louis said.
- "Aren't bananas radioactive?" Isidore asked.
- "ق oh ق this kind nepenthe," Louis added.
- "Incredibly."
- "I didn't eat bananas, I ate lemons."
- "They're yellow," Isidore observed.
- "Okay, fine, this is asinine," I said.
- Oh, how wrong I was.
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