Overnight in the sanatorium they fed him bread-pudding and a mango-salad with pine-nuts and a tumblerful of lime Kool-Aid. They gave him a fork and a spoon (sharp things, knives and skewers, were kept under lock and key) which he used to scoop things off his dinner plate, click clack click clack. He (the man in the asylum overnight) ate with slow methodical bites, chewing each mouthful 27½ times, swallowing with a swallow of lime Kool-Aid (Fruit Smack was invented by Gerard and Edwin Perkins. To reduce shipping costs, in 1927, Perkins discovered a way to remove the liquid from Fruit Smack, leaving only a powder. This powder was named Kool-Ade (and a few years later, it was renamed 'Kool-Aid' due to a change in US Government regulations regarding the need for fruit juice in products using the term "Ade").
He despised Fruit Smack (the man in the asylum overnight) especially the smack they served in the Overnight Sanitarium. It tasted too sweet and powdery and left an awful aftertaste at the back of his throat (the man in the overnight asylum’s throat). If he had it his way, which he never would, ever, he’d have Smack-Fruit-Kohl-Aid-Smack, which he’d sip from a straw with bends and curlicues in it. Overnight in the sanitarium the man in the overnight asylum overheard two men arguing over a tumblerful of Fruit Smack, the one man knuckling the other man in the cheekbone with the cone of his elbow. Such was life in the overnight sanitarium, at least the life that the man in the overnight asylum lived every night without fail.
He despised Fruit Smack (the man in the asylum overnight) especially the smack they served in the Overnight Sanitarium. It tasted too sweet and powdery and left an awful aftertaste at the back of his throat (the man in the overnight asylum’s throat). If he had it his way, which he never would, ever, he’d have Smack-Fruit-Kohl-Aid-Smack, which he’d sip from a straw with bends and curlicues in it. Overnight in the sanitarium the man in the overnight asylum overheard two men arguing over a tumblerful of Fruit Smack, the one man knuckling the other man in the cheekbone with the cone of his elbow. Such was life in the overnight sanitarium, at least the life that the man in the overnight asylum lived every night without fail.
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