Surgery smurgery

The guys back at Unofficial Standards, Inc. were kind enough to send me a do-it-all license. I'm guessing they took good note of my age and the ongoing events in this country, and let me do whatever.

So now, I can take over the wheel on the highway, even though I might have trouble going higher than the second gear. In fact, I think now I can drink vodka straight out of the bottle and dance it out in the rave scene. I think now I can even smoke, chew and eat tobacco. In fact, I think I can do all of that and drive at the very same time. In fact, I think I've been allowed to do all that since the day I first opened my eyes. It's just that I would be upsetting almost all the
real authorities, and might even end up in juvenille court.

But, who cares?
Driving around in the barrio with a genuine cuban cigar in my mouth definitely beats being 15, performing surgery and taping it all up, right Dhileepan?

Of all the days

*tap, tap*

Mic che..
[feedback]

1..2..hel..hello?

Anyone here?

*tap*

Is this thing on?
Hey! Cleaning staff, sound technicians! Who wants freeform?
Shut up man, this stuff is useless inside your head.
Oh, come on people! Is this any way to treat an old-
Quiet! Light's out now. You feel like sittin' here all night?

(Walking to the door)
I think it's time to blow this thing, get everybody in it together. Those were the conspicuous ones, yet so intricately laced. Envy was an inevitable one, couldn't have countered it either way. It was too subliminal, and when it arose, I was asleep at the switch. Where was my bebop then...
Man, are you still talking to yourself?
Shut up and close the door. I'm leaving aren't I?

Days like these

When you have memories of a place where you could hear music when there was nothing playing, when you realize that the only social circle you had existed there, when you start believing that those 5.5 hours were the only real fun in your life, when you start thinking that 'you can handle it' and use that place for everything other that what it was meant to be...

When you begin enjoying something that most other kids would rather stay away from, then, and only then, do you fill yourself with the bravery to walk up to the calendar and count the number of days remaining till the summer vacation gets over and you hit school doors again.

Drops of it

How tall is tall, anyway?

Mercury has gone where no skyscraper has gone before. Electricity is being used at a rate faster than the man who flew faster than the speeding bullet. Power outages occur at a rate more frequent that that, and the bill shows up with digits that couldn't have been printed.

At this time of the year, the time when heat has become capable of melting heat, a glass of water provides the satisfaction that washes away all other desires.
You no longer wish to eat food, you just want a glass of water, topped with ice. Audiophiles are willing to forget their headphones to the relief that a glass of moisture throws at them. Kids forget who's what and the where he is, just to dip their heads in the swimming pool. Perverts kick their letching habit, even, all for a perennial source of hydrogen dioxide, preferably close to freezing point.

Now back at the FHW, we understand your problems, and just to tell you how much we love you, we're going to hand out a recipe that even Sprite can't beat.

1. Take a glass of water and squash half a lemon on top of it. Gravity will do the rest.
2. Take spoon and stir.
3. Add sugar to taste.
4. Take spoon and stir. Again.
5. Stare at glass for a couple of seconds.
6. Drink.

I did it right, and it came out tasting pretty good. If a science student can do it, you can definitely do better.