Sunday, August 24, 2014

Taking the Red Pill

Stuart K. Hayashi

I had never before met this deep-voiced, trench coat-wearing man. But something I noticed right away was that he insisted on wearing sunglasses indoors, in this barely-lit room. He offered me a choice. He told me I could take his red pill or his blue pill.

I opted for the red pill.

. . .

Then I woke up in the hospital. I needed to have my stomach pumped.

That's what happens when you take strange pills offered by big, scary, deep-voiced men who wear sunglasses indoors.