something was wrong. the day I forgot to oil my Wicks, I just knew something was wrong. I never forget to oil my wicks.
my routine is meticulous. if I forgot to oil my Wicks, that means I didn’t take my supplements either. my fish oil supplements. supplements for good ol’ cell growth…fish oil…fish…OH, F*%$! my fish! I haven’t fed my fish yet!
ah s^%#…headache! I never have headaches…
whales? somebody has to be f*&^in’ wit’ me, I hate whales. just big and ugly and loud for no good reason. but these ones is… tiny. hm.
man, where’d my fish go? I just — I just need to find my fish, I never forget to feed them.
My headaches get worse every passing day. I need to go to the clinic. it’s been a minute since I’ve been checked out.
brain’s bad. doc’ says it’s a giga glioblastoma, says I have a week. says I could get surgery, chemo.
but f&$* that. I’m keeping my Wicks ‘till death.
after that check-up, I reencountered the reappearing anthill in front of my house. homeowners’ association keeps b&*%$i'n’ to me about it.
that’s what I like about ants. they persevere. ‘pops told me that working that hard makes you thirsty, so I always remembered to leave water out for ‘em.
No way!
On who?
I’ll miss you.
that’s what I found out this week.
I’m serious.
on tiny whales n’ my Wicks.
i stayed in the colony for just two days. it wasn’t enough time. it crumbled. it all crumbled.
we drowned. in a f%$@in’ home remedy. white vinegar. I hate white vinegar. I never thought I would die this way. drowned by vinegar…imagine that in my obituary. but s#@*, at least I died with my Wicks.