Let’s Do Earth

The pros and cons of a new incarnation are worth considering, but sometimes you just have to take the leap.

Lunch in the home multiverse where Jenny and I are sitting around thinking what we’ll do after we finish eating. 

It was a really good meal with friends. Shit was sparkling all around. 

I turn to her and say, “Hey, let’s do Earth.” 

“Hmm, I haven’t done that one.” 

“I’ve done it a couple times. It’s profound.” 

Our friend leans into her and whispers, “Oh, that’s a painful one. I don’t recommend it.” 

“I’m not sure,” Jenny says. “They die painfully, right?” 

“Eh, it isn’t that painful if you’re prepared for it.” 

Our friend shakes her head … don’t do it. 

I say: “It’ll only take like 45 minutes. Let’s check it out. We’ll be home before dinner.” 

“How long do the bodies live there, and are you stuck in them?” 

“That’s the thing that makes it interesting. You do what you can to keep them going but they could live a minute or for like 100 years.” 

“Well, I can leave if I want,” she says, “if you don’t make it long enough, right?” 


Jenny pauses, looks to her friend, then to me, and says, “Okay, I’ll do it. I can’t believe I’m saying okay.” 

“Alright. Be prepared, it’ll feel like a lifetime, ha ha.” 

“Ha. Don’t they all?” 

As we’re ready to go I say, “Let’s see how long it takes to find each other when we get there.” 

“Oh, it won’t take long,” she says. “See you on the other side.” 

And we’re off!

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John Mosbaugh

John Mosbaugh

John Mosbaugh aka Moze is an SF Bay Area heretic and writer who's been writing about that thing in the desert, the 90s when SF was fun, and his dogs. He read his take on the City in cafes a long time ago then moved out East Oakland way where the evangelicals founded Beulah 1850ish. He began raising tomatoes as a big farming phenomenon unmatched by anyone else at the foot of the hills. No Fog. Now he just argues with shitheads on social media when he craves a little rush of adrenaline and he's observing how scared entitled humans dealt with a virus that invaded their safe space over the last 15 months. Gravity is real. It's best to just let the turds flush themselves.

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