Short story in progress...

 [Note: Here is a piece that I am working on. Send me mail or IM me on yahoo if you have any feedback or would like to help me.]

        Why does it always start with an apple?

    From the Book of Genesis to the days of Newton, an  apple is the  key moment to discovery. The forbidden fruit, forbidden knowledge is what I am after.  

-Gets me to thinking about the string theory and how out there in the big empty, full of verve and music, the strings resonating off of each other, playing an elegant orchestra. What a beautiful thought. I must ground myself, bring myself back to the suffering, the human condition, all else that is bitter, meek, and vulgar.

There I was having an OBE(out of body experience) when a fellow said-  

“Hey Alan.”  

“Hey!” he whopped and wailed like a buffoon on stilts trying to get me to look his way.  

I took my eyes away from the sky and cashed my cheap quick mart cigar.  

This crazy shaved ape who was trying to get my attention was Kipling, he was an old associate of mine.

He was now trying to get into writing. And I was to be his editor.  

I gave a shallow, grim hello. Eyes now focused on my shoes.  

“Well...?”  

I felt and probably looked agitated. I'm not really sure.

Sometimes my facial expressions are beyond my control and any emotion can pop up.  

“Right, your manuscript. Yes! Got it.”  

“Well?”   A paranoid head, swish to left then to the right. Hand rubbing neck in complete horror.  

“Good stuff man. Top notch.”  

“Was the opening lines great? Does it grab the reader? Because if it doesn't grab the reader, then I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, ya know?”  

“Yeah man.”

I focus my attention now to a poster about drunk driving. Shit why isn't marijuana legalized yet?

Put a ban to cigarettes and alcohol and fucking FDA approved nonsense, those are the real self-destructive buttons.