Pistachios

I am in my living room chair, binge eating a small bowl of pistachios. I grab one, shell it, pop the nut in my mouth and toss the shells and paper into a second "graveyard" bowl. Then I grab another.

Another.

Another, another, another.

Alan says "Don't eat too many," while he eats them too. I respond with "How many is too many?"

After several minutes there's a lull in my frenzy and I pause to glance down at myself.

I look like the inside of a birdcage, my surfaces covered with bits of nut-paper and empty shells.