AT CHEEVER'S
Oh Lordy, there it goes again,
my palpitation meter's off the
scale and there's not a doctor
for forty miles here. I might
as well just sit back and enjoy
the lights. Lights? Yeah, they
go off in my head, like flashes,
every time this happens. I can't
do anything over it, certainly
can't see for five or ten minutes
either. Someone said each time
it's a mini stroke, but I don't
believe him. He also said it'll
all catch up to me when the
big one comes and wipes me
out. I said no silly, that's for
earthquakes. What, you from
California?
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