This morning I put an unopened bottle of Trilogy flavored Kombucha and a paperback copy of J.D. Salinger's 9 Stories in my backpack. I also put a Braeburn apple and a red umbrella in there.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) the kombucha started to leak and pool in the bottom of the bag. When I got to work I found that the 9 Stories paperback was completely soaked. Was this a mistake or was this what was supposed to happen? As I threw it into the garbage can I couldn't help but think this was the appropriate end to this paperback. The angels intervened - I was not supposed to read this book now. Thank you Kombucha angels for saving me from making the mistake of reading this copy of 9 Stories today or ever.
I have been wanting read some more J.D. Salinger since I realized that I've only read The Catcher In The Rye. Maybe the universe (by way of the Kombucha angels) is saying, "yes, do read some J.D. Salinger but start with Franny & Zooey or Raise High The Roofbeam, Carpenters...we advise you in the strongest possible terms not to start with 9 Stories".
When I type the words "Kombucha angels" it makes me slightly queasy.
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Yes... but what if it was really the Kombucha Demons trying to prevent you from reading 9 Stories? Ever think of that? The Kombucha Demons are a tough gang - they once accosted me on the street, unbalanced my Ch'i, and then just left me there, on the sidewalk in front of Jimmy John's.
I haven't been able to set foot in a sub shop since.
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