Chris Turner

“you see, I’m just an old man. Tryin’ hard, do what I can!” Yeah, yeah. Snatches of 80’s tunes. Men at Work, I think. What a buggered up name for a band. Good tunes, though. If I had a band (which I don’t), I’d call it— Well, what the devil was that lyric going through my head for? Those old Takion videos from last night. Distribu-channel. I’d have to stop watching ‘Blasts from the Past’ and ‘Fun on the Farm’. Bad for the brain—whatever was left. It didn’t matter. It was 2019, for Pete’s sake, and I was practically done in. SPECIAL BULLETIN! KK Bottoms down-and-out, OLDish man, 48 going on 70, has one mental lapse with mid life crisis. Isn’t Mr. Bottoms a scream when he gets plastered and shit-faced? No?  Come on, give him some credit. You wonder what this has to do with any science or lenses, well, it starts like— I’d been much in love. My last wife had left me high and dry, like a kite—literally left me, without a dime. True, I missed her sexy ass and her husky laugh—but what of that? Easy come, easy go. You have one, you lose one. Bunny, bunny, run down the hill, and take a pill. Ah, there I was wandering off again. It was a nasty habit, a reckless disease. Too much rum and tequila, and assorted pills, mixed in unhealthy ratios.  I could go on, list all the crap clichés. But I won’t. The sudden, jarring, heart-bottoming memory of Elija. Oh, but could she put out when she wanted!—and I, the boozer loser, didn’t even know what”
― Chris Turner, A Simple Lens