“Come in Tunez…We were going over the stats and you’re coming up short in sales. I got word from THE MAN, that we give you the axe. What do you have to say?”

 “You’re in the pink, you stink, you can’t even give it away. One swift kick and it’s into the deep with you my Friend. I also got this report in regard to your rehab and well it’s not looking very good for business. BLAH blah blab la ablh 3625cb438ainwerm,gn sr;t’;jD”

Head is spinning right now.  It’s funny, when you see it on television. But when it really happens; it’z like you’re on a bad trip. Ear’s ringing, magnified vision … I am inoperable. I find myselves teleported to a more innocent time. Germany on a brisk morning on this swing set I find, set in the middle of this meadow. Closest house was about 500 yards away. It must be theirs but I’m free….wheeeeee. Green Grass-Blue Skies-Earth-Clouds tumbling, rolling in the eye of my rocking horse head. Butterflies flutter in my stomach… I dream of being a pilot or a diving athlete as I let go of the chains to complete an Olympian double flip flop. Landing on my feet, I remember The Beatles are on my sister’s phonograph player. I’m a victim of circumcisions…