The Year 2033

Thunderdick woke up in the deserts of Indiana.  It was the year 2033.  He went to go play basketball with his friend, Cain.

“Is that a pimple on your nose?” Cain asked.

“I don’t think so.  I think it is a nose tumor.  I ate genetically modified vegan steak last night.”

“Do you have health insurance?”

“No.”

“We should do ayahuasca.”

“We can’t.”

“Let’s do it anyway.”

“There are too many mosquito drones in this territory to do something illegal.”

Thunderdick and Cain went to work.  They worked for the government.  They built hydrogen bombs and then mailed them to people for minimum wage ($1,000,000.17 per hour).  After work one day, Thunderdick read a book about existentialism by Jean-Paul Sartre and killed himself.

Posted in Matt, Really Serious Literature
       

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>