Resistance is futile
Is it not amazing how drama just drags you in? It does not matter in the least how hard you try. Eventually, the demon takes hold, the sickness takes over, and you can feel your mouth grow to three or four times its normal size just before you open it to spew more of the proverbial word vomit than lame Jigga songs blasting from a Jackson County chick’s big red truck.
But alas, Ponch was my salvation. The second Alex walked in that door, I was ready to walk out. Even as I stepped out of the kitchen, I could feel the thick aura of childishness lifting from around me and reason found its way back into my psyche. It was only away for forty five minutes or so, but I sure missed it.