Mungo Jeremy flipped his car twelve times. It finally came to rest on top of some of what was left of his body. Since then, his hobbies have changed.

Jeremy now counts atoms. He couldn't before because he couldn't see them. He can't see them now, either, but this no longer bothers him---and he has time. Jeremy wonders why the walls keep changing around him. Jeremy wonders if THEY can see him. Jeremy wants to hum, but he's forgotten how.

Mungo Jeremy slipped on a bar of soap---and woke up in Weed, California. He vaguely recalls a car crash, rolling and such, but Jeremy has never OWNED a car. (How many atoms are in a Corvette Stingray?) Mungo Jeremy is happy to be alive, but he's not happy that he's in a cheap hotel in Weed, CA, with a head injury, no wallet, and a broken cell phone. He hums, slightly off tune, to "A Day in the Life." He is contemplating eating the glazed donut with the single bite out of it that's sitting (unguarded) on top of the telephone. He wonders if he was the person who had the first bite.

He still wonders if THEY can see him...

---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)