Beware: A Tale of Sin

Howdy, y’all. We’re all back safe and sound from the Austin trip. Took a few photos and might put one or two online when we get the time. Lest y’all think that the mighty Manufacturers have gone all soft with food and drink, I just wanted to point out that we mightily paid for our sins. This being then a tale of mortification of the flesh….

There we sit by the slippery surface of the porcelain toilet. We look at our watch. It is 2:30am. “Oh, yes, we have sinned,” we say. “Let our sin come forth from our mouths and spew, yes, SPEW into the empty vessel before us.”

We look at our watch. It is 4:40am. “Please let it come.”

A crack of light comes through the hotel window.

We look at our watch. It is 6:30am. “I can stand it no longer!” With that, we give a heave and out comes the vomitus. First in spurts, then in torrents. The dead remains from deep within come boiling forth. We are heaving, crying, screaming.

And so began two days of misery for us at the Austin Hilton.

Just wanted to let you know.

(We’re much better now. Thanks for asking.)

(By the way, this entry is dedicated to Warren Ellis who feels that people who write about quizzes and books should be “fucked.” Yes, we were “fucked,” but it only took two days from us. And now, having paid our debt to the god of diarrhea & vomit, we are ready to kick some muthafucking ass. Cheers. To. Creative. Writing. Adieu.)