Blue Turk

I couldn't get the shower hot enough to shake the chill I was feeling today. Just stood under the steaming water with goose bumps and stared at the tiles. My nice jeans hang loose and crappy now. I pulled on a Led Zeppelin shirt and decided not to try for the sexy librarian look today. Technically speaking, I'm not supposed to operate a vehicle when sedated, but I popped my medicine and started up the car anyway with a roar of Alice Cooper on the stereo. My mother came out waving the phone, so I killed the engine and went inside to chat with Mike for a couple minutes. He's in the city today with his friends. No time for details, we said we loved each other and I headed out to work.

I sang along, focused vaguely on the pavement spinning toward me.

I'm covered in blood,
Like a rat on the sewer floor.

I thought about throwing out my lunch as I waited for Yuri to let me in to the library, but I ate it anyway and humored the Xerox Hobo with chit-chat about clock repair. Yuri let me in and handed me her keys on a string, which activated my dormant latch-key kid skills. Man, I'm such a bad-ass, I thought as I whirled the keys like a ninja. My shoe caught on my baggy pant leg and I fell down the stairs.

As I flipped on the lights, illuminating the long dark musty shelves of journals, I pulled off a few volumes of Nuclear Devices and Theory, 1959 and discovered that we have all the information needed to end the world right at our fingertips. In some form of strange coded language called math. The world is safe from me, at least.