story, pt4

Ugh, food poisoning. All I can do is lay down in bed in-between rushes to the bathroom to throw up or shit in the toilet, but its not really shit its just like pissing dark water out my ass, god this is GROSS. Thanks a lot, Big-Ass Burrito!
I will Never go there again. I know I already said that before but this time I mean it. You can fool me twice, but not three times!
Ugh, I’ve used up two rolls of toilet paper already in two days, my ass is rubbed red and raw, and my stomach is still gurgling, you can practically track the progress of the burrito particles as they hit the stomach and are rejected, then travel thru the intestines, which react aggressively in pushing it on out. I don’t know why its all coming out water, shouldn’t it be coming out untouched if it cant be digested? I need to read up on food poisoning, but it looks like I lost my internet connection. Damnitt, I might actually have to get a job, and here I am stuck in bed again. Seems like im always stuck in bed, or on the toilet. This is my Limbo. No, you know what? Limbo is just when you’re lost: This is what happens when you’ve done something bad and are being punished for it.
This is my Purgatory.

Strange dream, had to poop so bad. Started to go in my pants, caught myself, was talking to a girl on the phone, or guy maybe, telling him about my idea for a tv show- he catches himself- the person on the line asks whats wrong- oh nothing- then when he can tell it has stopped for now, goes on- I’m telling him an idea for a show while having diarrhea- there is a call on the other line- it’s the girl (stacye)- as she is tlking, and its important, he has to go again- he jumps back on the toilet and lets looseshe asks if he is alright- what was that?- oh nothing, I just (plop!)- I just stopped.. ok anyway- so they talk about getting married, something serious, while he has diarrhea-
Then I wake up and popp in real life, thinking, what a great idea it would be to write a story about a guy who decides not to get out of bed one day cause the bed is so comfortable. A quirky little piece about loving your bed, the covers, the sheets, the pillows, and just rolling around in it, staying comfortable, staying there like the womb. He even falls in love with a girl and they get married, but he never leaves the bed. Maybe in the end she joins him too, sort of a yoko and john thing-
I can see the self-assured look on the guys face, he hypnotises himself, nothing fazes him.
Just a short story about the love of fabrics, the bed, the lying down position with overall
meaning of, not giving up on, but giving into that urge…also, on the toilet, thinking about a story involving diarrhea- another human story, like the bed thing. Everyone has spent time in bed, and everyone has spent time on the toilet- its universal, and they are both comfort zones to a certain extent. Well what if you pushed that extent. What if someone is on the toilet all the time? Does he want to be? Not at first. He has a terrible diet, always pooping, and different kinds, different descriptions, and smells and sounds and sights, a real gross-out. But with a point. Maybe he likes it. he likes being on the toilet. Its comfortable there in the bathroom, same as the bed. Maybe after so much diarrhea, he is constipated, and cant leave the toilet until he has a movement again. He likes the feeling of release. What is it making him rid himself so often? The world sends in a psychiatrist in there to talk to him. Why do this? He doesn’t know, or doesn’t care. He just needs to. Denial of reality. Maybe you lose touch with reality. You don’t care, the dream is infinitely more interesting. Willing denial of reality. Acceptance of a higher reality thru dreaming, sleeping, eating, and pooping. Its like a drug, sloughing around, staying indoors, in small enclosed places. The modern fairy tale with familiar surroundings to all. This one has a happy ending because the girl decides to get in bed with him.

He wakes up and realizes that the sickness has past.
“I’m Back”, he thinks, as he rolls himself out of bed in the afternoon and weighs himself on the scale in the bathroom. 197 pounds. “I’m light!”, he says, then moves back to look at himself in the mirror. He practically looks skinny. How long has it been since he was under 200 pounds? Probably since college, since before he met Stacy. Once they were going steady, they both let themselves go… and since she’s been gone, its gotten even worse. Well, strange to say it, but being sick was a good thing! Now is a chance to keep thin, and get healthy for once, finally!
Later, at Showbiz Pizza, he is munching down on his fourth plate, pizza sauce drooling down his chin and onto a bib, laughing with the kids around him as the animatronics band runs thru one of their tunes again. This is the second time he’s seen the show today. Its so much fun to watch the little kiddies who actually believe the robots are real or something- he gets off just watching how they interact with each other, the pre-programmed beasts.. and the robots. He is laughing, with food on his chest.. laughing.