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An Update on Adam
This morning, I awoke and, by force of habit, immediately reached to wipe the fine powder from my nose, sweep the empties from my bed and conduct a hasty survey of myself to ensure I was not bleeding. Although this may seem odd, it was for a while my daily morning routine. However, on this particular morning, I could not help but notice that there was no caked powder under my left nostril, no broken bottle under my arm, and only a very small pool of blood emanating from a slight gash on my head.
This was truly an achievement, and an epiphany for me. I realized that my life has vastly improved since I started this webpage scant days ago. My breath now smells fresher, my hair has a rich, golden sheen to it, and my nicotine cravings are all but gone. My skin and beautiful hair are parasite-free for the first time in months. Sure, there lingers the ever-present odour of death and decay which follows me like a shadow, but I know that it is only a matter of time before it begins to dissipate. I hope.
My hands no longer shake as I run them over my scarred, but healing face. Eating no longer induces dry heaves in me. Sprites no longer appear around mid-afternoon to sing to me and dance about my shoulder. I can sit up for minutes at a stretch without feeling dizzy and seeing spots, and I can almost stand up for long periods of time without passing out. My co-ordination is coming back, and I soon hope to be able to regain enough balance to lean forward and not tumble head over heels as I was once oft to do.
I am much calmer than I was in weeks past. The sight of cockroaches, spiders, and even my own hand leaping without command into my field of view, which once would have sent me screaming into a fetal position, with my arms flailing about my head, now does nothing more than give me a slight shock. Or insect bite. Screaming demon harpies no longer infest my dreams, and have been replaced by images of wide fields, vast lakes, and gaping canyons, desolate, isolated places yes, but friendly, non-threatening places as well.
Mind you, all is not absolute sunshine in Adamnation just yet. There are still police records to take care of, bodies to dispose of, and stains in desperate need of removal. I suppose bathing is in order as well. But all in due time. There's still the matter of actually getting out of bed, a process which will surely require many minutes of straining, groaning, untying, crying, and large, large dose of swearing. And then there's the matter of the SOB's in white coats outside. Damn their judo training.
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