94. Black Lips “Modern Art” Arabia Mountain [Vice]
“Now I’m feeling pretty smart.”
She got the bottles mixed up as she rushed out the door to meet her class at the museum. So she had three choices: 1) drive back and get the DayQuil, be late, and get chided by her professor, 2) just deal with the cough and nose, assuredly annoying everyone on the tour, or 3) take the liquid Codeine she accidentally brought with and trip some major balls while looking at paintings and researching for her thesis. The drive there provided her time to think, but when something resembling a miniature alien fetus exited from her nasal cavity at a stop light, she crossed her fingers and downed the hard stuff. Everything seemed fine, but of course it always does in the beginning. She didn’t remember much after that other than vivid colors, an inappropriate scream, and soft patters of footsteps against white walls. Choices, she thought to herself, are essentially illusions in the face of death, whether certain or merely an abstraction during sickness, no matter how minor.
