Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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"Tell me."<br />
"He said, 'Who are we to slap the human sin of vanity onto some poor flower that did nothing more than<br />
be given a name?'"<br />
"That's kind of nice."<br />
"He also looked at the flowers at our wedding - anthuriums, ginger and birds-of-paradise - he said<br />
afterward that he thought they were 'slutty.'"<br />
"Oh."<br />
The two women watched me enter the kitchen. Neither of them had any illusions. Mom said, "Here's<br />
some orange juice. Your system's probably screaming for vitamin C."<br />
"Jesus, Jason. Shave already. You could sharpen a hunting knife on your five o'clock shadow." Mom<br />
placed a soup bowl onto the counter. To them it was nothing, but to me this moment was a brief taste of<br />
heaven.<br />
Barb asked my mom, "When did Reg start turning gonzo on you?"<br />
"With religion?"<br />
"Yeah."<br />
"Maybe a year after Kent was born. There was no specific trigger. Jason, honey, use a napkin, I just<br />
washed the floor."<br />
"Overnight?"<br />
"No. I remember his face hardening about the same time -his cheek muscles losing slackness. It was<br />
probably something to do with serotonin. If I'd secretly dosed his coffee with Wellbutrin or another one<br />
of these new drugs, we'd still be a functioning happy couple. But instead he just kept losing it and losing<br />
it. <strong>By</strong> the time the kids started school, we were in separate beds. I was drinking big time by then. He<br />
liked it because it kept me in one place, and because when I was drunk, he didn't need to speak to me.<br />
Not like I wanted to speak with him."<br />
* * *<br />
Cell phone just rang. I have to go. Les says this week's check cleared, so why don't we go have a beer<br />
to celebrate? It's11:00 a.m.<br />
* * *<br />
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