So I went to the eye doctor’s this week.
The visit had been long overdue, but because of the huge amount of work, and because I constantly kept postponing it just because I didn’t fucking feel like it, I was kept from going. I remember that last time I was there, there was a big hoopla about the events that happened in "The Ordeal" [CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO] , which, a few months later, saw the light of day in a mass media pubication when I was given the chance to write an editorial piece about laser eye surgery. They actually had a copy of the article, because they were able to deduct that I was clearly talking about them, even though I didn’t mention the company’s name anywhere. They even gave me the V.I.P. treatment and told me that I don’t have to wait in line next time!!!
Regardless, the version that got published was a watered down, PG13 version. If you want to see how the real thing went through, make some tea, get some cookies, and click the hyperlink above. It’s a long one, but it’s worth it if you haven’t read it and have some time to spare.
Anyway back to the story. Since they were so psyched that I gave them such a huge piece of subliminal promo, they asked me for a few more copies of the article, which I had to reprint in plotter paper since I didn’t have any more original copies. I told them I’d be back a week later with the printouts, but I never got there. I did get to print the articles, but when I arrived there this time, I had completely forgotten them, and apparently so did they, because they didn’t mention them. (If you’re interested in a plotter copy of the article, let me know, I’ll happily give you one from the back of my car, like an illegal arms dealer. Heheheh!)
So I get to the office a few days ago. They greet me a bit more cheerfully than normal (I assume it’s because of the article still) so they tell me to sign in, and then one of them says: "Ok, now I want you to look closely to the wall on your right." I crane my neck to see what she meant and there it was. My article, hanging on the wall in a thick silver frame, with MY SIGNATURE on it. It turns out that on my last visit, the owner of the company had personally thanked me and had coerced me to place a message and a signature on my own article. She had been talking about displaying it somewhere, but at that time I payed no mind, since I was so dazed and confused by their admiration and overall ass-kissing that I turned totally blonde ("tee-heeee ohmygawd thank you so much you are all like, so kind and stuff!") but I had no idea they would display it right there in their waiting room! Along with headshots of other celebrities kissing ass as well! (But none of them were so artful and literate as moi.)
Needless to say I am floored. The mere idea that in such an important company my work is displayed for all to see along with my "autograph" is kind of overwhelming. I turned beet red when I saw it.
Anyway, dear readers, if you want to see my first autographed piece of work, drop by Infinity Laser Center in City View Plaza, Guaynabo, and pay your respects to your favorite homo by getting your eyes zapped as well. You won’t regret it. And no, I’m not doing promo. I really mean it. That surgery is THE SHIT.
no creo que lo hare hasta que tenga como 40 años, mi receta no tan alta como lo que mis padres esperaban. Mi padre usa espejuelos desde cuarto grado y mi madre desde 5. Yo comenze en 10 y mi hermano en la universidad. Mi otro hermano empieza la universidad ahora y todavia no ha mostrado señales de necesitar espejuelos. We are lucky bastards
by mika flores June 16th, 2005 at 10:28 pmIndeed you are. Yo hasta antes de operarme siempre he sido familia de los murciélagos. Sin espejuelos me tenía que guiar por instinto, porque no veía un carajo de lejos, pero ahora en el último chequeo ya el Dr. me dijo que veo 20-20
by Kaiser D�mmerung June 18th, 2005 at 1:55 am