Refraction | Part 1 | Darwin's Steroids

18) Chuck’s Malas Ondas

I don't feel so good. There is a man here who changes size and shape. He buried a one-eyed dog alive when we stopped bumping and rolling through the heat and the dust and the smell that started to come from the dog after we rolled and bumped through the heat and the dust and the bright, bright sun for so, so long.

I watched my hand turn red and the red went up, up my arm and the pain went up and out and everywhere and I knew it was infected with infection and maybe the smell was not the one-eyed dog that the man who changes size and shape buried alive when we stopped rolling and bumping through the heat and the dust and the bright, bright sun because maybe it was my arm that started smelling but when we stopped the flies landed on the one-eyed dog that the man who changes size and shape was going to bury alive and not on me so I knew I wasn't rotting yet. I tried to remember everything I could about gangrene, but I couldn't think of anything except for that Hemingway story, and anyway the man who changes size and shape buried the one-eyed dog alive and not me so I must not have been rotting anyway.

I put my arms up in the air and they get really far away but I can still see them and I can feel how one is light and the other is heavy and burns and is infected with infection that was all the way up to my neck and started to make me cold and shivery even though I was in the sun and the heat and I sweat like I'm running or fighting but I'm laying very still and looking at my arms and the light one has a tube coming out of it that the man who changes size and shape said was some expensive fucking shit and you'd better be fucking worth it and I guess he was talking to me because he stuck that tube in my arm and then buried that one-eyed dog alive.

I hope that I'm fucking worth it because I don't want him to bury me next to that one-eyed dog that he buried alive that might be down there trying to get out.

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