I have only consciously used T.V. as a constant sedative when I went to visit some people in Wisconsin. This was many moons ago and have never heard from them since… I guess I left a great impression…
These people were glued to the boob tube. I was tempted once to drop my pants to see if they would even notice. They probably just thought I was retarded when I waived my hands around. Assuming they took note of that.
This unhealthy fixation seemed to explain why the house was so disgusting. I looked at my watch and shuddered to think how long I'd be there. I forced myself to drown in the mindless dribble from the box. Soon I was no longer concerned with the habitat. I was in a dream world. I found bliss.
Then I went home to my mother's clean house. What a sanctuary. May I never leave again.
Posted by Michael at March 16, 2004 04:29 PM