Struck By Lightning And Stuff

Golf_in_the_rain_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1054166

Mark Twain said, “Golf is a good walk spoiled”. He also said, “My butt itches like crazy”.

It is amazing, mostly awkward, how one’s life can change drastically within seconds. Take, for example, Alec Trissity, a thirty something man trying to get nine holes in as the mother of all storms brewed around him. If he had bothered to listen to any of the competent meteorologists, he would have known the severity of the situation.

Lightning crackled across the black sky, followed seconds later by a rumble of thunder. It was beautiful. Alec was too busy to admire it, for he was searching for his damn ball. He was more than sure that he got it on the green. For shits and giggles, he checked the hole. Lo and behold, there it was. Holy hell, he had just made a hole in one! As if to congratulate him, the lightning, thunder and rain doubled.


As he teed up, he was struck by lightning. It made his hair stick up on end, charred his clothes, and his shoes and socks were blown off his feet right before he keeled over.

He woke up in a hospital covered with Lichtenberg figures. The raised veins on his face seemed to spell out something in elaborate cursive. He felt different, stronger than before. He could feel power coursing through his body. Not only that, he was feeling super intelligent. He was convinced if he concentrated hard enough and pointed his finger at the nurse, he could zap off her bra.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s