This Day Trixie

        This was the day almost everyone remembers as the day Trixie Lulamoon grew to the size of a small aircraft hangar. I remember it as...Tuesday. Anyway, this was a day that the collective universe supposedly ran out of coffee that morning, and decided to try its best to murder everything. And it almost worked.

        There are days life throws you a curveball. Then there are days life clunks you in the head with your bat, knees you in the gonads and steals your wallet. Trixie was having one of these days. This day, Trixie had decided to go all out for one of her shows. It seemed her attitude was in a stiff competition with her wardrobe and lexicon as to which could make her feel more smugly superior. It was neck-to-neck, comparable to how the audience was considering deserting. The show was going awfully enough, which of course was not exactly planned. Things were going off minutes before they were supposed to, patterns were as deformed as the population of Alabama, and of course little Timmy would not shut the fuck up.

        And then BAM, they all left. At once. Because of an actual BAM, an explosion that rocked the area and caused everyone to vacate the vicinity, and possibly their bowels. Trixie herself proceeded to fall on her flank, dazed. If you live in a decent place, (Read: the first world sans Detroit) this obviously isn't normal. And being "Fuck your rules, I'm Trixie" Trixie, she sauntered up to the source of the explosion.