Friday, March 6, 2015

Fungus and Rice Sliders

  So I got on my wagon and traveled into town, my trusty steed Mr. Blumple pulling me there.   I traveled down the streets of sunny Gochester, Saskatchewan, with no shortage of cars honking at me. Today was the day I get my weekly burgers.  Sometimes I just need a treat.  Rats are adequate protein, but sometimes I need something a bit tastier.

  I stopped in the local Fnuggy's Eatery and approached the counter.  The sell such wonderful things.  Chicken Lumps, Beef Hexagons, Jelly Burgers, DOUBLE Jelly Burgers and my personal favorite "Fungus ands Rice Sliders".  They give you six miniature burgers with each burger loaded with a rice patty, mushrooms, lichen and different seasonings on each one.  I prepared my mouth with antiopation saliva.

  I approached the man at the counter.  He was a strapping young man with a Chelsea haircut, freckles of gold and as uniform stained with what looked like a mix of grease and stool.  I quickly pushed the customer in front of me out of the way so I could order.  Raising my finger I said to this upstanding citizen "I will take all of your Fungus and Rice sliders.  Please don't sell any of them to people besides me."  The man proceeded to stare at me for six minutes without responding then with a raspy, middle aged but still in puberty voice he said "$38.50" and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

  After paying with couch treasure I waited impatiently for my meal to arrive.  I paced around the resteraunt, scaring many, MANY children.  After an incident with the local law inforcement I came in to eat.  But there it was...  In a greasy, gooey sack, my meal was waiting for me.  I sat down at my table after filling my cup with ice cubes and dove into to the colonic cornucopia.  Every order comes with coconut fries and a little paper hat so you can feel like a king, nay!  A GOD!

  Noisily chomping down my food, drawing stares from the entire resteraunt as my powerful teeth, as yellow as fresh corn munched down the splendid decitance of Fnuggy's Fungus and Rice Sliders.  The spittle, the slurping, the gnashing of teeth and tongue.  I dove into them like a hyena tears into a two month old gazelle carcass.  But it was worth it.  It was heaven in a bag.  The savoury spices.  The multiple levels the fungus dances gaily on your tongue."

  With a big stretch and a belch that caused window reverberation I walked out the door with some fresh coconut fries for Mr. Blumple.  He will need the energy for the journey home.

Wake up and smell the mildew.

  Okay.  So I've just moved into my new shed and am ready to make it in this world.  My name is Sam and I'll be your gateway into hell...  Or just some cozy little dimension where your sanity can dip just a little.   Who am I?  Just a guy.  Combover, potbelly, tank top and daisy dukes.  I've been told I smell like mouldy hay.  Just give me a few years and that smell will be a fragrance people will pay hundreds for.  There's perfume made from the intestinal secretions of sperm whales.  Look it up.  It's called Ambergris.  My odour be in every store and every pretentious hippie liberal status seeker will be applying my musk so they can feel great smelling terrible too!

  My new place is great.  It has rakes... People like rakes right?  There's also a puddle...  I think my roof is leaking.  I have an alcove covered in wood lice.  They seem to like that alcove.  I have a pump outside...  So I can get water from the swamp I live on.  Who knows what rotting dinosaurs are touching the water I drink.  I live with my cat, Mr. Blumple.  He loves finding mice for me to eat.

  I like to bang at my keyboard and make words appear.   I've been practicing coherency and forming proper sentences.  A year ago it would just be "Boop boop boop blap blap blap blap.  This forget will Scylla is at urns full." But since my exoddus from the looney bin I've had time to collect my thoughts.  Though I do miss those bitchin' tater tots.

Looking forward to sharing my journey with you.