(My view, in this moment.)

The flu has captured me, and I’m writing this after a bottle of Advil and some Theraflu.

It’s possible what I’m about to explain didn’t even happen and/or I’m misremembering, but I was just given soup and told a story about a children’s book.

The tale horrified me more than my own body betraying me, which as you can imagine, is quite offensive.

This is what I remember.

1) There are two brothers – one is the older one, and the other is named Super Garbage.

2) Super Garbage eats the older brother’s turtle, and the mom buys him a dog as a replacement.

3) The turtle dies.

4) None of this is even the main part of the book.

It did come out later in the conversation that this was more of a 4th grade level thing than a picture book for toddlers, which is what I initially thought.

My cold sweats started around there, and then I was alone again.

Does any of this make sense.