by Tomorrow's Man
October 05, 2004
Day Three on the Enfeebler
Okay, we went to the corn fair and ate about four ears each, loaded with salt and butter. It was spectacular I tell you. But then, as we were driving home in the warm, late-afternoon sunshine, we had to pass it: THE ENFEEBLER. With jellied elbows and puddinged knees and various other mistreated-banana-colored bruises between us, we turned toward it.
edited to add:
We had had corn for lunch. Lots of corn. I am not sure those strange, large men running the Enfeebler are used to what happened, but they were indeed wearing rain coats on a blue sky day. After we got off the Enfeebler, we needed to eat again. But not corn.
Anything but corn.