Episode 3

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Earlier this morning, I went to a ball game. Ping pong. Never did like the sport. Too hard to watch. I got very mad when one of the ping pong balls hit my forehead. I felt compelled to get makeup to hide the awful scar. I didn’t know ping pong balls had razor blades in them. Did I mention my worst enemy was playing the game? As I went down town, I began to wonder, where does one buy makeup? I felt compelled to ask one of my friends…one of my female friends. She slammed the door in my face. I don’t know why. I told her she looked very beautiful when she had on her makeup. So I continued downtown. Passed by the police station. I felt it was wise not to linger there. (Refer to last entry.) The hardware store sounded like a good place to look. It wasn’t. Next I tried the ice cream parlor. Their ice cream was quite good. I felt compelled to have a second serving. Then a third. Then before I knew it, it was closing time. I looked down, and wondered, where did my feet go without me? And where did I get this bubba. I headed home, my forehead with an awful scar. My belly was rather large, but I felt very good. I slept well that night.
Thus ends the week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.