It's funny the things you don't appreciate without having a special, personal viewpoint into that realm of things that aren't seen. It's like you have to tilt your head to see it. No no, not like that. Okay, stop tilting, it's not happening.

Remember the last time you had an orange? Nothing special about it, was there? Hah, told you you couldn't see it. Remember the last time you had an orange while down with a bout of flu and a sore throat? Ah-ha!

First comes that eerie phase of deliberation. When you notice someone is up to something. Got evil on his mind. It all gets buried beneath the standard fabricated lines that are supposed to lull the victim into a false sense of security. It's for your own good, I say to the poor bastard.

And then, with a glimmer of glee, I think to myself buddy, this is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me. Heck, this guy's been acting up all day, it's time he got a dose of his own medicine.

And then I realize that alas, you and I are both neurotically interconnected in the same organism. Should have thought of that, but it's too late now. The first bite comes in. A small seismic shock follows. The whole structure just sits there oscillating for a little bit. All of a sudden I hear myself screaming. I've been screaming the whole time, but it's only now that I realize. With eye closed in trepidation the last remains of orange juice make their way down. In cold sweat I look up. It's over. Somehow the little shack held up to the storm. Another one of those might...

I look at the orange. I've never seen an orange this big. What we just went through was taking a small bite of it, but the thing is still the same size it was at the beginning. This is gonna be a long 20 minutes. Like getting a succession of vaccination injections right in the same spot.