Yellow
The polls report it’s the favorite color of the colorblind, but I don’t see it that way, so I shut my eyes. Since I dropped out of the 12-step program, I’ve been tormented by the metric system. I may have missed out on the extra credit points, too, but most people lie for no good reason. No more snake conspiracies for this dude. Too many bro hugs. Sure, I taught myself to juggle, but not even God can be everywhere at once. Sooner or later, it’s just a matter of time. You’ll have to excuse me, I had no idea you were dead. It’s such a fine line, you know. At least until you find yourself taking turns. Of course, there’s no denying you’re known by the company you quit, but we’re all guilty of believing our own thoughts. Everything’s on a continuum, no matter how you enter death’s dark tunnel. As for me, I’d rather back up. I’d like to get a head start on those exit wounds while I’m sleepwalking in reverse, but wouldn’t you know it, I’ve forgotten where I parked the car. Luckily, it’s never too late to pick limequats when you’re scavenging a Meyer-lemon ghost farm. Those thieves don’t give a damn about what you steal, just as long as it’s red or blue.
Appeared in Flash Boulevard
