The Man who tastes good.
"Everybody wants a bite of me. I can handle it. Can you?"
My parents first noticed it when I was a kid. So many bug bites, and so many giant welts....but nobody else was getting bit. You could see the bugs swarming me, even in the dark. You could here their hum, almost like a hive.
There was a fear of catching Malaria or God knows what else. I was fine. I could handle it.
I did notice that I was being positioned at the campground to act as a buglight. And my solitary porch swing was situated at the edge of the porch. But I'm not bitter.
As I grew older and stronger, I noticed many oddities. The watches and necklaces that rotted against my skin. The watches would stop working. The radio interference. And of course, the odd reactions to medicines, and the tastes of copper when I counted the pennies.
The bugs were getting bigger....and I started to have odd encounters with crazy eyed women. At first, I didn't realize the connection, but you learn to put two and two together after awhile.
I am a short, bald, bespectacled,poor ,kinda pudgy individual who was getting more than his share of lovin'. Of course , with the crazy eyes comes the sideshow of other issues.
It is all simple.
I taste good to certain things that bite. I taste good.
And I survive...but there are other things out there that want a piece of me.
That is kind of the trick.
There is an exchange of circumstance. You take a bit of me, I take a bit more of you.
The Man who tastes good, Episode 1-Introduction
Mark Burkenbine
Copyright 2014
"Everybody wants a bite of me. I can handle it. Can you?"
My parents first noticed it when I was a kid. So many bug bites, and so many giant welts....but nobody else was getting bit. You could see the bugs swarming me, even in the dark. You could here their hum, almost like a hive.
There was a fear of catching Malaria or God knows what else. I was fine. I could handle it.
I did notice that I was being positioned at the campground to act as a buglight. And my solitary porch swing was situated at the edge of the porch. But I'm not bitter.
As I grew older and stronger, I noticed many oddities. The watches and necklaces that rotted against my skin. The watches would stop working. The radio interference. And of course, the odd reactions to medicines, and the tastes of copper when I counted the pennies.
The bugs were getting bigger....and I started to have odd encounters with crazy eyed women. At first, I didn't realize the connection, but you learn to put two and two together after awhile.
I am a short, bald, bespectacled,poor ,kinda pudgy individual who was getting more than his share of lovin'. Of course , with the crazy eyes comes the sideshow of other issues.
It is all simple.
I taste good to certain things that bite. I taste good.
And I survive...but there are other things out there that want a piece of me.
That is kind of the trick.
There is an exchange of circumstance. You take a bit of me, I take a bit more of you.
The Man who tastes good, Episode 1-Introduction
Mark Burkenbine
Copyright 2014
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