Today is my brother’s birthday. He’ll be older.
I used to have a really good sense of smell when I was younger. I could smell things that others couldn’t. Although now that I think about it, I did hang out with a lot of smokers. Then the band played a show in Whitehorse and I had an allergy attack – the first ever! A trip to the Dr Al Lergy showed that I was allergic to some kind of Pacific tree. Since then my sinuses have never been quite the same. I make ever-so-slightly audible wheezey noises and the old grey olfactory sensors she ain’t what she used to be. Hmm. I thought that story would be longer. I can add that my vaguely hippieish girlfriend at the time tried to cure my hives with essential oil concoctions to no effect. Then I discovered the wonderful world of antihistamines and they were gone in a flash. I have never since had any kind of attack. In fact I really don’t have any reaction at all to anything since that day, but I know it’s there, bubbling under the surface. WAITING TO STRIKE!