Thursday, May 18, 2006
This morning, my breakfast was accompanied by a banana that had just passed into the land of Ripeness by crossing its northern border, the river Greenish. Had I not interrupted its journey, it would have continued heading south, developing ever-enlarging freckles from exposure to the sun. Eventually, it would have melted into a black puddle of odiferous goo, so I rescued it from a fate worse than death. Really.