Eskewpades

  Flu Do Something to You By Steve Eskew Am I warped? Yes, thank God, yes I am. Snicker if you fancy, but my obsessive/compulsive quirks and my vast array of infamous phobias have rescued Eskew countless times. As for defense mechanisms? They be my bitches.   Being an insufferable egotist ya see, I introspect a lot. Granted, I’m a coward, but I’m a courageous coward. For example, I boldly surrender my body to be vaccinated. ’Tis my only masochistic streak.   Loaded with phobias, I’m completely devoid of one common dread–– trypanophobia, or fear of needles and vaccinations. Call me a sicko but I hate feeling sick, so I was truly eager for my first coronavirus vaccine last winter. And glory be, when my testicles failed to swell up and I didn’t become impotent, I opted for the second shot. Waiting for my COVID-19 booster shot floods my noggin with sweet anticipation. Meanwhile, my arm still aches with great pleasure from my recent flu shot. Inoculate me, inoculate me. Who the hell wants p