Half of a green fish

Another rainy evening. After a somewhat sunny afternoon, I don’t mind the drizzle. I kind of like the dreary because it fits my mood. Sick of all the bullshit, I’ve decided to shut out the garbage.

So here I am with a huge pumpkin beer and a flick about people with special gifts. I also picked up some Swedish Fish. Tasty, gummy treats which my dentist must abhor. Oh well.

I picked my fish from a see-through bin (*bah! sea-through!*). A plastic shovel attached to the bin helped me weasel around the yellow fish and scoop out as many green fish as possible. But there was one green fish which I avoided.

Amidst the rainbow of gummy fishies was half of a green fish. Yes, just the tail. The head was bitten off — there were distinct teeth marks. Maybe some of the other fish are cannibals. Maybe a rabid child mangled the sweet flesh. I don’t really know, but it didn’t stop me from using my square plastic shovel like a reel. I just made sure to steer clear of the green halfsie.

Yes, I may still lose my head even if I seal myself off from the other bins out there. Poor green fish never saw it coming. It’s easy to close the door, but there is still someone out there waiting to bite your head off.