What really scared me were the bananas. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of a banana binge. And I knew king_buzzo would get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. He had sampled everything else, and now-yes, it was time for a long snort of banana. And then to do the next hundred J-Masci in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on bananas is to do up a lot of water-not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at ninety miles an hour through the Netherlands.
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I survived Encephalitus Lethargica and all I got were these lousy Parkinsonian symptoms.
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