Good evening DTF. Something happenned to me at work tonight that I need to share with all of you. You may want to sit down for this. Please, boys and girls, brace yourselves for this one.
I found something with bacon that I didn't like. The story starts with some of our bar regulars coming in and bringing a bar of chocolate mixed with bacon. He offered some to me, and I jumped on it like a bum on a free sandwich. Giddy with anticipation, I ran to the kitchen for what I thought was going to be a memorable experience. I felt slightly feverish as I popped the piece of bacon chocolate into my mouth. Somewhere, far away, I heard a baby cry, the wind blow, the whimper of a hurt puppy. As the bacon chocolate melted in my mouth, I wondered if a wire had come lose in my head. Where was the delight, where was the joy, where was the gentle tingling in the loins. Slowly, I realized what was going on. I wanteed to refuse the horror of the thought, to deny the truth, but it was too late, the seal had been broken.
Numbly, I staggered out into the cold, starless night. Completeley oblivious to the world around me, I tried to make sense of the experience, but I couldn't. A fresh open wound bled from my soul. Slowly I came out of my stupor, a changed man. Gone was the innocence, gone was the goodness, gone was the trust. Just like when my mom told me there was no Santa, another shred of purity was stripped away from me.
I needed to share this with all of you, in hopes of gaining some wisdom out of this experience. Your well wishes are more than welcome, and always appreciated, but I think the one thing I need now more than anything else is time, time to come to terms with this new reality that was so coldly thrust upon me.
Thank you DTF,