26 September 2006
I feel the...earth...move...under my feet
Have you ever been to a grocery store in your neighborhood that is not the greatest store in the world? You know the kind. Produce is not so fresh. You would never dream of buying fish. Even the coffee cake in the bakery is questionable. This is the supermarket you go to only in an emergency. In my case it was juice and pull ups for my son.
Maybe it was my cold that was making me completely dilusional and/or lost and abandoned, but as I was in the checkout aisle, I felt some terribly huge bump under my feet. And in that instant, I imagined that this A & P was on the northeastern fault line and this crack would open up and swallow this very sorry excuse for a store. Me, my gatoraid and diapers would vanish.
*My left foot is not really this disfigured. I drew this in less than a minute. I do not taut myself as Rembrandt, maybe Picasso, but never ever Rembrandt.