So I was listening to Olds Sleeper's Born To Lose while eating my lunch, half watching
the video, when out of the corner of my eye I caught an incongruity of a sort... a ripple in
the fabric of reality, if you will. Across the room from me was a television, on but muted,
set to CNN. What should my eyes behold? A so-called tech reporter. Doing what, you
might ask? She was idiotically strumming away at some sort of stringless digital electric
guitar, and looking mighty pleased with herself, I might add. All of a sudden, the pizza in
my mouth tasted like a wad of mothballs. I glanced back at Olds strummin' and a' singin'
and, for a split second, instead of a big gleaming metal resonator with strings, he was
playing what she was playing... only his was mass-produced to look like a cigar box... A
FAKE POLYPROPYLENE CIGAR BOX WITH NO STRINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do not in any way shape or form ascribe any deep significance to this anomalous experience. I do not regard it as an epiphany or harbinger, and certainly do not consider it as having any foundation in objective causal reality. However, I experienced this waking nightmare, and have chosen to set it down here for posterity.
