By J. Bradley
“Stop eating fast food every day and your stomach won’t make so much gas,” the doctor says. All I have the heart to do is nod and say “Mmmhmm” until he finally leads me back to the reception area with yet another prescription. I am already thinking about the bacon triple cheeseburger that will fill me up and bring me one step closer to giving gravity permission to ignore my body. My wife is up there somewhere, and I know she has been getting the notes I have been sending her one balloon after the other because they haven’t come back.
How well you tied it all together, I especially liked the bit about the balloons, of course – I have always wondered where they went. Keep up the good work and try to lay off the bacon a bit maybe. Kudos, J Bradley.