It's a God-Awful Small Affair

"No cheap tricks." -Geoffrey Wolff

So this is how I start this thing.

At breakfast this morning I threw up blood. At first I thought it was Kool Aid, only to realize I haven't drank Kool Aid in about ten years. The blood was red, so it shouldn't be too bad. Brown blood is no bueno. But red is a better sign.

It's always fun seeing your own blood. In my guitar case I still carry around a napkin I saved from when I had bad nose bleeds after my father past away. That blood was red too, but now it's dark. Black. Smells of iron. I hold it up sometimes when I take out my guitar, and people get grossed out by it. I think it's nice. It would be strange to see Mars transform like that. Turning from red to black. So black you couldn't see it even if you looked with a telescope. It would just blend in with the space.