Fiona De Jersey

The Boob Job

Sometimes I worry that I don’t know how to die. I mean, I’ve never done it before (that I remember) – how will I know what to do? It would be kind of awkward to think right, this is my last breath, then take another. And another. How do you know which one is your last? And what about your thoughts, the eternal inner monologue – do you know when to stop thinking? Do you think right, time to go, this is it, or does it just cut off mid thought?