You wake up early Sunday

You wake up with the sun on Sunday morning and take your wife to the bus station. She's going off to visit with her boyfriend, the famous-on-the-internet writer. You take it in stride; you decided a long time ago that the day you tell love that it is bad will be the day you drown yourself like a baby in 2 inches of collected rainwater at the bottom of a spackle bucket.

You get back home with a rumble in your stomach. Haven't had much to eat lately.

You check the larder. Gosh, maybe the reason you haven't had much to eat is that no one's really done any grocery shopping. Aside from the empire of moths and their cocoons, you've got:

1. 2 eggs
2. 1/8 tube of ground buffalo meat
3. Three peppercorns
4. 1 gram of psilocybin mushrooms.

You scramble it all together in a cast iron skillet and wash it down with a fizzy vitamin drink and 600 milligrams of theobromine.

1. You head to the river
2. You put on a suit and head to Orange Hills Cemetery
3. a black rain starts falling like oil from the sky
4. You seem to be seeing faint ghost like flashes