I went to my chemist and bought up.
I bought a big Listarine.
Josphenine wasn't on duty.
But the Chinese lady with heavy make up was the big boss, even I could see that.
I promised you I'd spend big after you gave me those antibiotics.
It was an opener to buy more.
They have really cleared me up, I said.
You wouldn't have another tube of that ointment.
She hands over a cheaper made in Malaysia version.
That won't do, I say and show her the empty tube.
That's 35 Ringgit, she said.
If it's the real version and made in Germany, I better keep on using that.
By the way I've been popping the antibiotics like candy.
This was an opener to top up on the Omycilin.
I had got a course already without a prescription and I was determined to ride this pony past the finish line.
'You should only take three a day,' says the daughter.
I popped a whole strip in one day, I said.
She advised me the more I take doesn't necessarily mean the better it will work.
Could I overdose on them?
Not really, she says.
I got it, I needed to moderate my intake.
Now I know why they are a prescription drug.
I order another two strips.
I pay up.
The two stress balls I bought the other day have given me endless pleasure, I tell them.
'I throw them at anyone who cares to catch them.'
The welts, if that's what you call them, are clearing up and the swelling has gone down.
I'm not pissing through the eye of the needle anymore.
I know it doesn't make sense, but it fits with the theme of having a swollen foreskin and not being able to get a good shot of the toilet bowl.
I might take a walk today.
Three days holed up in the room has given me cabin fever.
I'm only going to take one pill after each pill.
I'm going to play this one straight down the line.
I 'm a good listener, really I am.
The wrinkled shriveled up foreskin has shed its skin.
I've been born again with tender pink skin.
'Just keep your hands off your snakey,' says Ace, my mentor.
And no I won't whack the snake with antibiotic cream, that's just sicko material.
'Well how about moisturizer.'
Might be a good preventative from foreskin rash.
This conversation is really going nowhere fast.
I can see the virtues of circumcision.
'Less feeling,' says Ace.
How?
It desensitizes the head.
Roger that Ace, and out.
These kind of conversations before the first coffee are treacherous.
I think I better finish my wonton soup and pop another antibiotic.
'One only,' says Ace who is surprised how I've made it to the big five 'O'.
That's a move in the right direction, right Ace?
He's mumbling. Sounds like a beer Chang hangover to me.
And no Ace, I didn't flash my foreskin to the chemist.
I have high standards to maintain, right?
I bought a big Listarine.
Josphenine wasn't on duty.
But the Chinese lady with heavy make up was the big boss, even I could see that.
I promised you I'd spend big after you gave me those antibiotics.
It was an opener to buy more.
They have really cleared me up, I said.
You wouldn't have another tube of that ointment.
She hands over a cheaper made in Malaysia version.
That won't do, I say and show her the empty tube.
That's 35 Ringgit, she said.
If it's the real version and made in Germany, I better keep on using that.
By the way I've been popping the antibiotics like candy.
This was an opener to top up on the Omycilin.
I had got a course already without a prescription and I was determined to ride this pony past the finish line.
'You should only take three a day,' says the daughter.
I popped a whole strip in one day, I said.
She advised me the more I take doesn't necessarily mean the better it will work.
Could I overdose on them?
Not really, she says.
I got it, I needed to moderate my intake.
Now I know why they are a prescription drug.
I order another two strips.
I pay up.
The two stress balls I bought the other day have given me endless pleasure, I tell them.
'I throw them at anyone who cares to catch them.'
The welts, if that's what you call them, are clearing up and the swelling has gone down.
I'm not pissing through the eye of the needle anymore.
I know it doesn't make sense, but it fits with the theme of having a swollen foreskin and not being able to get a good shot of the toilet bowl.
I might take a walk today.
Three days holed up in the room has given me cabin fever.
I'm only going to take one pill after each pill.
I'm going to play this one straight down the line.
I 'm a good listener, really I am.
The wrinkled shriveled up foreskin has shed its skin.
I've been born again with tender pink skin.
'Just keep your hands off your snakey,' says Ace, my mentor.
And no I won't whack the snake with antibiotic cream, that's just sicko material.
'Well how about moisturizer.'
Might be a good preventative from foreskin rash.
This conversation is really going nowhere fast.
I can see the virtues of circumcision.
'Less feeling,' says Ace.
How?
It desensitizes the head.
Roger that Ace, and out.
These kind of conversations before the first coffee are treacherous.
I think I better finish my wonton soup and pop another antibiotic.
'One only,' says Ace who is surprised how I've made it to the big five 'O'.
That's a move in the right direction, right Ace?
He's mumbling. Sounds like a beer Chang hangover to me.
And no Ace, I didn't flash my foreskin to the chemist.
I have high standards to maintain, right?
