It happened in a steam room .
i walked through the door and couldn’t see passed my own nose.
it smelled sour. like lemony men.
i sat and stretched and watched as tiny bodies of water formed all over my body.
im not exactly sure how it happened, but the pools gathered , and somehow figured out a way to tun upwards through space and into my nose.
burning my lips and nostrils .
my eyes acclimated to the fog and i noticed a man laying on his back , on the side of the room .
he was moaning freely , and when i asked his if he was okay he informed me that PG&E rear ended him while he was on his chopper . i told him it smelled like money and some blurry hunching figure in the corner laughed. he continued to let me know while leaving the room that it would take more then that put get rid of him , at one point he had even taken a bullet through the cheek .
but he’s still kicking and moaning .
