“More and more, my life is as I decided it would be,” spoke Suileman Festoon. He was sitting alone at his kitchen table, talking to himself over breakfast. Most of Suileman’s kitchen table talking occurred in outward silence, somewhere between his ears or so he thought, but this pronouncement came right out loud. “Yesterday’s conclusions became today, and tommorrow is mine to do with as I will. I examine my life and see my past determinations carrying along to the present, shaping the present in the image of my past verdicts. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. Har!” Suileman noticed that he was sitting at his kitchen table, talking to himself and laughing aloud, again.
Suileman took the last sip of his coffee, got up and put his mug, bowl and spoon in the sink.
Suileman switched on the radio, walked to the window and looked out.
“If you are a male in good health, and between 40 and 50 years of age,” said the radio. “Call me, Norma, at Hoffman LaRoche Laboratories.” The radio gave the phone number but Suileman did not write it down or commit it to memory.
Suileman sighed. “Sorry Norma, I’m not your lab rat today. I could use some money, I’m running low on cheese.”
The radio played.
Suileman put his hand in his pocket and pulled out 3 crumpled one dollar bills and approximately another dollar in change. “I wonder how the lab rat business pays. Har! Sometimes I invent the future, and sometimes I discover the future as I go along, naming things after they hit me in the face. Perhaps things are now as I decided yesterday things were to be, but I’ve forgotten what I’d made up my mind about.”
Suileman walked out his front door.
“Alright Mr Festoon, your application and medical history seem to be in order. Next we’ll need a urine specimen. The nurse will give you a container for a stool sample, those are in the little bags over there, and you can bring that to the lab tommorrow. Here’s a urine cup, use the restroom over there.”
I guess I got the job, if they weren’t interested they wouldn’t want my piss, thought Suileman. He took the cup.
At home, Suileman focused on the stool specimen container with a near meditational intensity of purpose. The solution he implemented involved lifting the seat, then covering the toilet bowl with plastic wrap. In the end, he had what he hoped was an acceptable doody in captivity. Winning ugly was still winning.
He went to bed happy, and fell into the Water Dish Nightmare.
The Water Dish Nightmare began when Suileman was 9 years old. His mother had gone out to pick up Grandma at the store, and left Suileman home watching “Dr Jeykll and Mr Hyde” on TV.
When the movie ended, Suileman got some medications from old prescription bottles in the medecine chest. He emptied capsules into a cereal bowl, and crushed pills with a spoon. He took a pinch of hamburger from the refrigerator and mixed the powders into it.
Suileman had a 10 gallon terrarium in his room. In the terrarium were wood chips, a food dish, a water dish, and a box turtle. Suileman had named the box turtle Elmer, for Elmer Fudd.
Now Suileman removed Elmer from the tank. “Stop I beg of you, no man can go against the laws of God and nature, you can not go on with these experiments!” Suileman offered the hamburger meat and Elmer took it. “It is unholy, you must cease my dear Jeykll!”
Suileman put Elmer back in the terrarium and got a favorite comic book out of his dresser drawer. His mother came home a little later.
The next morning, Suileman looked in on Elmer. Elmer was head down in the water dish. Suileman dropped to his knees and pulled the turtle out.
“Live live live live please live, God I’ll change, I’ll do anything you want, I’ll be better please please let Elmer live, let him be alive God and I’ll be different I’ll be good please let him live, let him live, let him live!” Suileman screamed in his mind. Suileman knelt and held the turtle in his hands, staring at it. After a long wait, Elmer poked his head out. Suileman nearly cried. He put Elmer back in the terrarium, stroked his shell and left for school.
Suileman returned home that day and went right to the turtle’s tank. Elmer was head down in the water dish. Suileman took it out, held it, prayed, and nothing happened. After a very long time, Suileman put the turtle back, as far from the water dish as possible.
A week later, Suileman’s mother told him Elmer was dead. She said she had noticed a smell, checked the terrarium and found Elmer dead. She asked if he’d remembered to feed it. She asked if he had noticed the smell. Suileman lied. He felt numb.
The Water Dish Nightmare began that night.
In the Water Dish Nightmare, Suileman and Elmer were both face down in the water dish. They were the same size. The turtle spoke in a horrible drowned gurgle: “Thanks for killing me, Suileman. You did it for nothing, you killed me for no reason. I loved you and you killed me. It was no accident or you would have told, but it’s a secret because it’s murder. You are a murderer. I loved you and I thought you loved me but you killed me and now I hate you. I hate you and I’m going to get even. I’ll come sometime, someplace, without warning, for no reason and I’ll get you. You can’t give me my life back, you murderer, but I’ll get even. I loved you and you killed me and I hate you and I’ll get you, you killer.” The turtle was much larger than Suileman. Elmer turned his head slowly and fixed Suileman with his gaze. A single underwater tear rolled down the turtle’s infinitely sad face.
Suileman opened his mouth to explain and choked. He couldn’t breathe. He was drowning.
The turtle mouth opened terribly slowly and moved near. Suileman struggled for air, desperate now. The turtle mouth was huge and closer and closer.
Suileman woke up choking for air.
If you were there and you asked him “How old are you Suileman?” right at that moment, what do you think he’d say?
Suileman got out of bed feeling exhausted. He showered, made coffee, dressed and went to work.
There were 100 subjects for the study. Suileman was in group B-3. He asked what group B-3 was doing, and the answer was that there were 4 groups testing compound B, B-3 was the third and please sit down in a chair over there.
Joel Onderdonk introduced himself. He was wearing a white lab coat. He said it was a 30 day study, they were to come in from 10 til 4 every day, including weekends. The subjects were to fill out questionaires at 2 hour intervals.
“Sounds boring, I’ll bring my tax returns tommorrow,” thought Suileman.
Joel remained standing at the front of the room while a pretty girl in a lab coat came around with the medication cart. She checked Suileman’s name on a list, and gave him two capsules and a cup of water. The capsules were blue and green. Suileman swallowed them.
The girl in the lab coat went around the room. She pushed the cart out the door and left. She was back a moment later with another cart, empty except for 4 large stainless steel bowls.
“Here’s a treat for you,” said Joel. “During the course of this study you can have all the marshmallows you want, but you have to keep track of every marshmallow in these Marshmallow Diaries.” There was some laughter. Joel held up 4 composition books. “You write your name, the time and how many marshmallows in the section of the diary for that day.”
Suileman felt strange. His head expanded and contracted as he sat. Joel’s voice developed a wah wah sound. He felt warm. The room seemed to breathe.
Suileman stayed up late that night, and went to bed after the movie. He was asleep almost instantly, and he dreamed the Water Dish Nightmare. He awoke soaked with sweat and choking. The Water Dish Nightmare was vivid, more real than Festoon’s waking life, and the Water Dish Nightmare came every day now.
The blue and green capsules did not make Suileman feel strange anymore. He looked forward to taking compound B each day. By the end of the third week, Suileman noticed he was irritable at the end of each day, and got up feeling anxious in the morning. He ate marshmallows, and logged the marshmallows in the B-3 Marshmallow Diary.
Day 30 went by fast. Suileman handed his last questionaire to Joel Onderdonk.
“So that’s all?” said Suileman.
“There’ll be a follow up questionaire in two weeks and Personnel will call you sometime after that. Personnel can tell you about plans for future studies.” Joel smiled. “See you around Suileman.”
“That can’t be all, it can’t! How can you stop the study just like that?”
Suileman held Joel’s left arm. Joel looked at the security guards standing just inside the door. The security guards moved toward Joel. Joel turned to Suileman.
“Come on now Suileman, it’s time to be going. Are you going to cash your check now?” Joel looked at the clock. “It’s time to go.”
“It’s not time to go, I need to see someone, please. Listen to me.”
“Problem, Joel?” asked a security guard.
“No no, Suileman is just leaving.” Joel looked at Suileman with glittering ice chip eyes. “Goodbye.”
Suileman sagged. He looked at the security guards. He walked out the door.
Suileman arrived at his front door. From inside he heard a familiar gurgling underwater voice.
“Welcome home Suileman Festoon.”