PART 12

Home is where my bed is. Sometimes I wake up in a big cocoon of contentment. My family seems happy, there is money in the bank, no one is out to get me. It’s like I’m in the womb, but less sticky. Apparently, people are taking sections of the placenta and covering their eyes with it. It regenerates sight because the eye assumes it is back in pre-birth stages. I wonder what stem cell soup would taste like. I really don’t get the big deal with all of that. I’m donating my old ass stem cells to science and asking you to burn the rest. Spread me over the pond that sits on my parents Texas land. Bring a shit ton of wine and play the Kinks across the water as you paddle boat around with your own bottle. Don’t stop till the sun comes up. Then grab a bowl of stem cell soup and all go sleep in a room filled with mattresses. Wake up and drive home and don’t ever come back.