It is the middle of Tree Pollen Season in the North East of the United States. Yes. All you red puffy eyed, nasil dripping, wheezing and majority medicated comrades, I feel for you. It was 85 degrees today and the sun felt great warming up my face and skin from a zerod out winter. While I sneaked out for a minute (coffee addict) walking down the street the little yellow guys were waiting, floating all so cute through the air. As they gently fell from the trees guided by the constant east river wind, I panicked. Ducking, twisting my body as I walked down the block. With my iPod blasting and being in New York, I do blend in.

I am fully medicated which means that the pollen doesn’t bother me as much, but this still doesn’t make me happy that mother nature has released cyanide into the air to kill off some of us. She is trying to exterminate the lucky few of us who’s bodies over-react to harmless seeds. Really? What is the worst that could happen to us if we inhaled a lot of pollen – would roots start sprouting out of us? We would become trees, as they grow inside of us like a really bad b-movie. I do wish I could talk to my bodies chemist and yell at him for performing his job too well! Then I stop and think about it and reward the poor workaholic with a shot of Tequila.

Without the cure of modern medicine I would be a Bubble Boy and maybe then I could rant and rave about how Mother Nature is trying to kill me. I still think she is and has been for thirty plus years which means her cyanide does weaken me like kryptonite but hasn’t sent me pushing up the daisy’s yet.