mmm, tastes inky.

The other day a freshman student, ready to burst into puberty any day now, could not find anything to write with.

Nobody knew, but the school gods were smiling on us all just then. The student though, he just though his luck was running high. He found a brand new ink-insert to a blue gel pen on the floor (you know, the part that goes inside the pen that you can remove if you take the pen apart...the part with the ink).

Using the pen-insert, he took notes, wrote, doodled, did whatever boys his age do. In between using the pen insert within the constructs of its intended purpose, he would place the pen-insert into his mouth and chew on it.

It exploded. It exploded in his mouth. It exploded in his mouth shooting that blue gel-ink down his throat.

He gagged. He threw up into his back pack. Then, he began clawing wildly at his tongue with his fingers. His teeth, tongue and fingers were all dark blue. He could've been auditioning for The Blue Man Group.

I watched as he ran out of the room trying not to touch anything. Then I stood in front of the class with my eyes closed for several minutes.

When he returned he told his story, though we were all there. He said it tasted terrible. His teeth were still blue. They were screaming blue. If David Lee Roth were a color, it'd be this blue. Gaudy and obnoxious.

I asked him, "What is your mother going to think..." He interrupted me and explained that he wouldn't tell her.

I continued, "What is your mother going to think WHEN SHE CLEANS THE TOILET and it's blue?"