Up is Fine
by Victor Bravo Monchego, Jr.
To reach my appointment with Dr. Bramhall, I must go down. This is my problem, going down, lowering myself, stooping, falling, collapsing.
Bramhall and I developed a coping mechanism for the escalator. I stand backwards on the descending escalator, hence the illusion of going in the opposite direction. Up is fine.
Once I spent two days on the 60th floor of the US Steel Tower. Bramhall came and tranquilized me and I went down in a gurney.
Down must be avoided. If you spend your life going downward, one morning you will find yourself at the bottom, covered with parasites. Alone, loveless, penniless, degenerate, powerless to control your life. Up is fine.
Bramhall has me on Luvox this month. Before that it was Risperdal M tabs. They did nothing but I like the way they tasted. Before that, I was off-label.
Bramhall is too beautiful, I think, to be competent. Today I am looking forward to challenging her on this point. To be honest, I am not entirely certain that she is human. Once I came to my appointment early. I spied. She was reproducing asexually in her office. There was slime all over her tube feet. A pink bud was protruding from her gastrovascular cavity.
Bramhall is trying to put me down. But I am smarter than she. I will trick her with my spoon lure. It works for fish. Why not her? Then I will string her up like a halibut. Up is fine.