Montana was under heavy sedation. Tralfamadorians wearing gas masks brought her in, put her on Billy's yellow lounge chair, withdrew through his airlock. The vast crowd outside was delighted. All attendance records for the zoo were broken. Everybody on the planet wanted to see the Earthlings mate.
Montana was naked, and so was Billy, of course. He had a tremendous wang, incidentally. You never know who'll get one.
Where do I go with this passage? A tremendous wang. A naked movie star. Granted, Montana does soft core porn, but still. She's nude, and she stars in motion pictures. I suppose that would be like me finding myself in the same room with a naked Kate Winslet or Claire Danes or Beyonce. I will just leave it to your imagination when it comes to Billy's endowment and my own. Billy Pilgrim is expected to mate with Montana Wildhack. That's why the
Tralfamadorians brought her to the zoo. That's why they're both
naked. Billy has a choice to make.
It is already quite late. I have spent the night on other pursuits. Mainly binging on another TV series. Just signed up for Netflix, so I have quite a lot of catching up to do in my future. I believe my next obsession is going to be 13 Reasons Why, just to see what all the hubbub is about. And then Breaking Bad, which I have never seen.
I have a problem when people tell me that I have to read a book or see a movie or watch a television series. It feels a little too much like a classroom assignment, and I left being a student behind me a long time ago. That's why I just read The Handmaid's Tale. It took me a while to get around to Stranger Things and Commonwealth, too. I don't like doing what people expect me to do.
It's getting late. I'm expected to go to bed right now because I have to work tomorrow morning. But I'm not going to bed yet. I'm watching Titanic with my daughter, and we're only about an hour into it. I think I'll wait until the iceberg shows up before I go brush my teeth. Not going to do what's expected of me.
This little streak of rebellion will probably leave me exhausted tomorrow morning. Craving something caffeinated. And a little crabby probably. But I'm not going to give into expectations. I am who I am today because I didn't use my degrees in computer science and math for a career in programming. I am who I am today because I didn't abandon my wife when she was in the grips of her sexual addiction. I am who I am today because I followed my heart, not my head. That may sound corny, but it's true.
Saint Marty is thankful tonight for defying expectations.