Friday, January 06, 2006

100 Below: Volume 17

Day 78 on this island.

Spider bite. Quite severe. I remember diarrhea. Seizures. Agony. I spent a good amount of time delirious, too, talking to God.

"This might be a good time to become Jewish," God said.

"Why not Hindu?"

"Hindus don't dip unleavened foreskins in vinegar," God said. "They like chewing on leather."

Then God's eyes suddenly bulged and He vomited live squids all over me.

That was a mite disturbing, that last thing.



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