Art > Words

So, the other night I woke up and I saw this spot on my bed, a big spot. Like an inch or so long. I was spooked, as I wasn't sure what the in the hell it was. I thought it was a spider, or maybe a kingston bug. I was spooked, but didn't want to move cause I thought it might attack me or run away where I couldn't find it. So I had to make a decision. I wasn't sure if I should flick it off of my bed, or smash it. Either way it wasn't gonna be good. If I flick it, it hides, comes back and attacks me in my sleep. If I smash it, I will have bug guts all over my sheets. So in this whole 5 seconds of thinking of all this; I decided to smash it! It was kind of gross and wet, but wasn't moving. I got up to turn on the light to see the damage I just inflicted on this multi-legged creature that was invading my territory; and discovered it was my own drool... I killed my own drool...

A true, Friday the 13th, scary story...
2008