Mike Pearson's Adventures on a Pale Blue Dot

Running in Circles and Meeting Yourself Again  Lanky Pete was really enjoying the warm detached feeling that those two little white pills provided.  As he stood up beside his bed, a bit hesitant, a tad wobbly, all the pain in his body got real small and distant. The inside of the doctor's house made Lanky feel like he was still asleep and dreaming of magical and impossible places. A clean bed, a clean and tidy room. A washed bowl with hot stew. Napkins! Of all things. Lanky never knew anybody that had…or used clean white napkins at meal time.  Mostly he was used to using his t-shirt to mop up stray bits of food from his chin. There was no dirt on the floor, the paint on the walls wasn't peeling, this was all too weird and unusual. Lanky could hear that the Doc and his wife were in the next room watching some sort of talent show on TV.  Lanky could smell the doctor's pipe smoke, and heard low murmurs of quiet conversation. Lanky calculated that there was something ser...