story, pt3

I am a big tongue wagging, drooling wt drops all over your socks, wont you please open up? I am a big red tongue wagging, I am big red lips smacking, cant wait to gobble something up, it doesn’t even matter what!
I gotta get some donuts this morning… im driving to the place, listening to Kanye West. Man Wanye West is so fucking cool, im blasting that shit, jamming it loud and lookin at evryone else like what? Aint nothin wrong!
I’m big and im fat and im rollin around the yard, I roll around the place, and people who are skinny think they are hot but I think they are weak and I am big and when I park my car and walk across the parking lot to the donut shop I got his song ringin in my head, singin Good Morning, Good Morning: I walk where I want and people get out of the way and don’t even realize they are doing it.. cause they don’t want to mess with this.“I’m like the Michelin Man, with big rolls of fat around me like several tires around my waist, I’ve seen them multiplying over the years- sometimes I play the jolly fat man, the gentle giant, but inside I think I’m tough shit, I could take a punch thrown by just about anyone, pick any Ultimate Fighter you want; if they hit me in the gut, it’d hurt them a lot more than it would hurt me…”- this is me talkin to my friends at the donut shop, one of them is a cop, and one of them is a janitor at the high school just around the corner. These guys have been meeting me here for twenty years. “We grew up together, and we grew out together,” I say, cause we all got that middle-age man paunch. Didn’t used to be like that: we were all on the varsity football team! Whenever we are drinking, from this part of the story on it starts to sound like “Glory Days“, Bruce Springstein, but I’m not drunk right now I’m drinkin coffee and the coffee shit is the best new shit of the morning, a bit messy, getting rid of the leftover alcohol and midnight snacks of the last night, and now I’m clear to create new crap for the day… funny how it all comes down to bowel movements, that tells you more about human beings than anything else. Seriously.

Heartburn wakes me up in the middle of the morning, again. It rises as a bloody gorge from the stomach up the esophagus and into the mouth, bloody vomit, a mixture of what ive eaten that day broken down into a stomach acid soup, something that should never be seen outside your stomach but because of acid reflux disease I’m now tasting a midnight snack of awful proportions. As I come awake coughing with my hand over my mouth, im afraid its actually going to come out, but as usual it was just a warning: it subsides, and slides back down the throat to the boiling pit that is my stomach, until the next surge. Don’t know what causes it. My diets not THAT bad, and I take stomach pills every night, and antacid tablets every morning, but it never fails at least once a week if not more I’m awaken with that horrible feeling of acid rushing up with partially digested food to threaten to come out my mouth and all over the sheets, what a mess that would make! Instead, I sit up in bed and wait for it to calm down, then slowly slide down on the pillows until im drifting off to sleep again, chasing dreams of food without consequence…