(870):I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously. My life is a Dali painting.
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“I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously,” Geoffrey said, drolly, “My life is a Dali painting.”
His companions were indifferent, but the men at the next table, strikingly handsome men in pristine white suits, had a stronger reaction.
“Dali?” said the taller of the two.
“You think he’s surreal?” sneered the shorter.
One man held up his wrist to demonstrate a watch melting off of his arm; the other pulled back his coat to reveal a melting pocket watch sliding from his vest.
“I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously,” Vince said, trying to joke but full of shame. “My life is a Dali painting.”
“What were you on when you did this, anyway?” Howard asked; more concerned than judgmental.
“I was riding high off four mocha lattes and then I tried listening to ‘Angie’ to bring me down,” Vince explained, feeling foolish as he said the words.
“You idiot! You can’t mix sad songs and caffeine!”
Vince was in tears when Howard patted his shoulder.
“Don’t cry, Vince. So you bought a Coldplay CD? I’ll never tell.”
After the rescue trucks were gone, and they had both been medically cleared and released, Dan and Claire walked through the flat, assessing the damage done by a lit fag and sleeping Dan.
“Not that bad,” Dan lied as he surveyed the charred remains of the bedroom.
The both jumped when they heard Jones say, “Oi.” They found him under the bed, where he’d apparently been passed out through the entire incident.
“I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously,” he said as he poked at a melted alarm clock. “My life is a Dali painting.”
