I Seem To Be Having A Medicine Aisle Standoff
May 9th, 2006
There are many standoffs.
There’s the ones where you and your doppleganger each have a gun and you’re pointing it at each other and yelling to a third party with an even bigger gun that “he’s the fake” and no “I’m not the fake” and so on and so on until eventually the standoff ends and someone is dead. There’s the typical Western high noon standoff where two cowboys are separated by a distance, on a dusty road, trigger fingers hovering over their belted-guns.
And then there’s medicine aisle standoffs.
