O Little Traveler

Now Serving Corruptea, the Official Tea of Rod Paige

Throughout all of today - which, incidentally, was a Tuesday - I was walking around with a very small glass shard in my sock.

I'm looking at it right now, on an envelope from my mom. The original Mental Health Association return address, printed on the envelope, has been stickered-over twice, once to correct the office address, and again for our home address.

I dimly remember a time when I don't think there was anything so hodge-podge or crudely re-used in my life, but maybe that's just me. I also dimly remember my mom relating a story about a friend of hers whose son had died after stepping on broken glass, thinking it was no big deal. The sad thing is that it took me a College Education to suppose that the story might have been exaggerated.

That's assuming my memory to be true, which is a bold enough assumption on its own.

Holy shit - this just in - Laurie Brown has broken the story on CBC's Radio 2, Easter has been turned into a gift-holiday. With her characteristic subtlety, she asked: "When did that happen?" Similarly, my mouse's battery-light is flashing red.

Now, having enough money to buy batteries, why do I feel like it's the end of the line?

So my foot feels fine, and I haven't seen any blood yet. I should probably check it...yes, it's fine. I'm a regular Johnny Appleseed...if only I could somehow prove that I've pulled off this amazing feat...oh, that juicy pun is tempting me...I could do it again tomorrow, this time with witnesses. Yes. Wait. No.

What a savage little fucker. It's still there on the envelope, looking very shiny and pointy. It makes my toes tingle to think about what I did all day, like another memory of my mom involving me, an outlet, a screw-driver, and slow parental uptake.

Not so slow that I fried myself, mind you. The electricity might have been off anyway, who knows...alright, people in the dorm room, and I tossed the glass shard. Mom would have wanted me to bag it...note to self, ask someone about glass in the trash compactor...