Out-Disgusted

Does it think it can out-disgust us, this wine? Does it think it’s going to win?

Of course it’ll win. This wine’s going to beat us. It’s, like the most vomit-inducing thing of all the vomit-induing things. The most foul thing, of all the foul things. The most rotten thing, out of all the rotten things.

The wine wins. We lose. But what do we lose?

The game of life, I dunno. The game of existence.

Which we never wanted to win! Which we were dragooned into playing! Which we were betrayed into playing! Without being asked! Without being consulted!