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Alarmingly Strange Stories
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In The Days Leading Up To
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Dan Ericsson


Sometimes I wonder how many more inventions there can be. Maybe Edison and Da Vinci thought the same thing. What if they had? I suppose the world would go on. What if I decided, "No, I'll watch TV today"? Can any one person be better than any other person? Dire circumstances breed great men. If World War II had happened in 1845, would Polk have decided to enter? Does every question have two answers? The definitive answer, and an evasive question?

Q: Why is the sky blue?

A: Why does it matter? What do you care?

Why do you ask that pondering existence is a bleak, boring job. I'm bored. "Once upon a time". Not that bored.

I've heard that everybody wants to be famous. Except fugitives. Number Five on the Ten Most Wanted List is never on Oprah, or releases a funk album.

I don't know. Edison was never on Oprah and never released a funk album. He was also never on the Ten Most Wanted List. Sometimes I wonder what the future will be like. Page B-5; sunny, warm, high mid 80's. The future will be the same as today, as the past. Somebody will solve the abortion issue, the losing side will clandestinely practice their beliefs regardless, and life will go on. People will argue about something. States rights, nature vs. nurture, Rolling Stones vs. Beatles, Jaywalking, life will go on.

I have dreams. I dreamt that I was walking down a dark street with my
brother. We both entered a bakery; a clock on the wall told us it was 11:48 PM. My brother asked for a glazed donut, and, after receiving it, went outside and fell asleep in a big glass box. I asked for a donut.

"I'm sorry", said the cashier, "We're all out. We do", he said, furrowing his brow and pointing just past twenty some odd donuts, "have an onion". He gestured toward one of the largest onions I had ever seen in captivity. What this means, I don't know. I don't even like onions. Someone once told me you are what you eat. I want to be a donut. Someone once told me that cannibalism is illegal, so none of us can be people.

I realize that I get on people's nerves. Mr. Nathan swore that I was "unfixable" and recommended that everyone ignore any "problems". That's good. Isolate and seclude what you don't want to see. You're making good money, Mr. Nathan. You're on my list.

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