This morning, something hit me in the eye while not walking past that guard rail thing on my way to work. Anything can emerge from the fog banks that early in the day so I just rubbed my eye and soldiered on.
Lucky for me, I’m always stoned and keep a skid of Visine near my desk at work. I headed for the bathroom to spy with my inflamed eye what the damage was.
It was a bug. A dead bug laying peacefully on the little red ball thing at the corner of my eye.
I felt special. To be chosen of all other beings in the universe for this poor little thing to spend his last seconds with.
Then I felt dirty. And I’ve been washing my eye out for an hour. Fucking bugs. Tasty though.