trevor pukes grass, i open up with ketchup chips

what's your poison?

I rip on Trevor a lot for eating supper, eating grass then puking all over the kitchen floor.

I call him my bulimic kitty.

He and I are a lot alike though.

I have a weakness for cheap, no name ketchup chips.

They in turn make me weak by turning my internals into a wide open sluiceway.

Today at the horse show I felt so ill that I had to take a nap.

I did this in the front bench seat of my truck.

Regular readers would remember how this breaks my back.

But snoozing there in the sun is so delightful.

Some are alcoholics.

Some puke up grass.

Others of us make ourselves sick with ketchup chips and the bench seat of a pick up.

And if you are breathing human, you too make yourself sick dear reader.

So,

What’s your poison?

Selflessness?

Worry?

Activism?

Inquiring minds don’t want to know.

Unless of course you’re foolish enough to understand how you hurt yourself and do it anyway.

Because without awareness, your an ammature addict, a bush league crack head and absolutely boring.