Yesterday I was talking on the phone with a beloved friend, when a chuckle and coffee sip fused to almost kill me. A seeming innocuous incident suddenly jettisoned me into spasmodic wheezing. This convulsive response quickly depleting all my oxygen within seconds. A sort of paralysis replaced the wheeze, as I began suffocating. The room seemed to darken, and I felt myself on the verge of losing consciousness… a quiet, detached voice informed me, “you are going to die now.”
Choking
Published by The Dogwalker
It was the spring of '68 when I was born. There were visible stars in the sky that night, or so I'm told... Some days, I ride my bicycle to the farmer's market, hang my clothes to dry, and sketch or play my guitar into the evening... Other days, I stay indoors, drink too much coffee, eat canned soup, and critique endless reruns of "Law and Order." (It's fun to wonder how all the suspects have such perfect memories as to their whereabouts, or why the longshoreman isn't curious enough to get out of the forklift when confronted by homicide detectives). Do you have friends? (I have come to be leery of dating anyone who has no friends. These people always seem to have some far-fetched conspiracy theory or weird aversion to sunlight...) Bonus points to those who... appreciate a good pun or will give a gratuitous chuckle:) can find humor in not only the absurd, but esp in the mundane :) View more posts
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