2002-08-12

farewell beloved Vinny

It has been unanimously decided: My fish, Vinny I, is dying of fin rot. Yes, lovely readers, this aquatic tradegy is quickly becoming a dangerous reality. Within a matter of days, Vinny will no longer be with us, no longer a happy, young beta, but a blob of burgandy disentigrating into the murky water of his tank. How did this happen? How did my underwater friend fall ill to such a painful disease?

Well, shocking as it is, I didn't exactly know about fin rot until a week ago. I figured that Vinny I was on the verge of geriatric death. He's old, you know. A superannuated beta fish with nothing left but his memories. But, as Jamie and I were discussing tonight, fish have a 4 second memory. So technically, Vinny has nothing to recall. But it's the sentiment, right? So, sensing his forthcoming age, I decided not to feed Vinny anymore. Sure, it sounds cruel, but I was scared to approach him! I mean, what if I turned on the little light on his plastic abode and then *BAM* dead fish. Well, that would scare me, by golly! Better to let him die peacefully amid the mossy water, than to scare the heck out of me. I'm entirely sensitive to the needs of other dying organisms. I'll play some music while I flush him or something like that. But anyway, tonight, when Jamie dropped me off, she informed me that Vinny was indeed the victim of fin rot. And so it stands. He lived a long and prosperous life. There will be other betas, but there will never be another Vinny.

RIGHT...yea, so, back to what happened before the whole fish verdict. Jamie and I, both being bored with that summer ennui, met at Barnes and Noble, the new mecca for our life. We talked to this really cool guy, Matt, until he became highly infatuated with an employee and faded into a conversation with her and an older era of music not as well suited to James and I as we would have liked. So, after discovering another employee we know is an absolute genius. Now, I am tired, and burdened with the immenient demise of my fish, so I am going to sleep and finsih retelling the evening's event tomorrow.

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