Rory and I were walking around the neighborhood yesterday, seeing if anything had changed while we were in Montauk, when I sneezed three times.
Per usual.
A friend was walking by and witnessed the sneeze.
“Are you sick?”
“No, I just sneezed. I always sneeze three times.”
“Sounded like a sick sneeze to me.”
“Oh, I doubt it.”
Well, this morning my throat is scratchy and tight. My head is achey.
That man has mad skillz.
The Sticky Egg 