I need to talk to you ’bout something serious me lovelies.
I have – out of nowhere – started getting car sick.
A lot.
Like, if I aint driving, I’m car sick.
Just writing about it now makes my stomach flip with fury. Sloshing bile to and fro waving it up into my throat where it burns and creates that mouth water … you know THAT mouth water screaming through clenched lips to “move your ass” as you run for the nearest trash can or toilet, front door or cab floor.
So I bought some Dramamine.
People need not spend their time running to street corners in forgotten neighborhoods for that bliss only something sinful can cause.
That holy snap I sure I hope I don’t have to go to the hospital kinda euphoria.
Merely pop two Dramamine.
It was, in all honesty, smooth as butter.
It came on like a light switch – it blinked on blue and soft.
When we were done with our magic carpet ride, it clicked back off.
Everything just got a little brighter. Edges became more clear, more defined.
That’s when the sleep came.
Heavy, forceful.
I slept the sleep of the dead. The sleep coma victims struggle to be released from but everyone else longs for.
But … I gotta give credit where it is due … it totally worked.
I was able to make the trip without the constant queasiness.
Without the “you are NOT going to throw up, you are NOT going to throw up” record skip throbbing behind your eyes.
I don’t know if I would recommend it or if I’m going to partake again of the Dramamine mind fuck.
Their slogan should be “Go to sleep; you’ll feel better when you wake up.”
‘Coz that’s the truth of it. You gonna feel like heaven transcended and wake up fan-fucking-tastic.
In about two and a half days, that is.
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