THE MONOLOGUE
It all started when I was out with the guys at this bar. I told myself I wouldn't, but I ended up drinking. Its hard to go to a bar and not have ANYTHING. I told my wife I wouldn't drink anything, but that idea soon went out of focus...literally.I just needed to take my mind off being so completely in debt. Soon the place became very crowded, a few drinks turned into many and soon got tanked including me. I decided to leave the scene and take a power walk. As I was walking down the street, it occured to me...I really needed some towels from Bed, Bath and Beyond. As I walked in the store I got a basket and started shopping like a maniac. I mean...I went absolutely psycho-path and decided that I need more. It just wasn't the towels that I needed, our house needed blankets, throws, tea kettles, a new filtration system, a ceiling pot rack, napkin rings, lamps, suana robes, a new clock, candle and candles holders and an aerobed for my grandparents since they're coming to visit. They really should have a warning sign right at the entrance of this place, it can put you in debt. Once you step in, you think you need everything. As I was at the cash register to pay for all my items, the lady told me if I wanted cash or credit. I wa . . .
Luckily, I knew where it was parked. He dissappeared! Pachino dissappeared before my eyes! All of a sudden, I was alive and in a hospital bed and I could here my wife saying to me, "Your grandparents are coming to visit! Are you gonna get the maid or is the house going to clean itself up? When are you going to pay for those eight bowling shirts and digital camera you bought on ebay? You got an email from the debt people asking if the thirty-thousand-dollars you were asking for was a typo and if you actually meant three-thousand. But I just wanted to get rid of it all and move on. I got into my car, put in the keys and started driving. Then I saw my grandpa give me my first issue of Hustler magazine at age seven. I soon felt a bump from behind and passed out. I think he was telling me to go up the stairs. Was it a stairway to heaven? Was there such a thing as a stairway to heaven, or did Led Zeppelin's eight minute miracle just a fad? On top of the stairway was a man, a man with a cigar. The images were flashing before me so fast. By the look on her face I knew there was bad news.
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