Ate a bullet Sunday; that’s not a colloquialism: with a paring knife I shaved off shards of a hollow point so thin they’d liquefy in my mouth. I wanted to be the man who shat lead but I felt a lump in my belly; it was the slivers of metal coagulating so I went to the ER Monday. Got told I was a special case Tuesday; that was nice to hear.
Surgery Wednesday. Fentanyl Thursday. Left Friday after I overheard them tell a freshly fingerless man that he was a special case too. Tried again Saturday with a bar of gold.
William T. Vollmann