THE SHOCK!!!!

        Samson just mozied into the VCT center, and just did it....did the test that is....and with anxious anticipation read the minutes going bye...what was he thinking I wonder? As the cousellor drummed into his ear irrelevant prattle; he was shown what to expect and what not to... So he expected it to turn negative, not positive...and it did the opposite...and he reacted with shock.... his mind reeled into action, wondering who could have infected him...his girlfriend, the one he had finally decided to marry, what of the co-ed, who just happened to him like a sad dream? or was it the nurse with the dimple, the maid with the body of a model...slowly he came to... the cousellor was giving him some counsel, something about reinfection...or something... he staggered out of his chair, pulled open the door and went on the most destructive drinking spree that day...he was sure he was dead, he did not know how long he had....three weeks, three months, thee years?? twas ironic he was telling himself; he had the name of the strogest man in the bible, but now he was downed by the smallest of viruses....days, blurred into nights, and nights into days...and he drank....perhaps he had a death wish, he couldnt function at work... he never went back to work...he threw his mobile phone away and traversed the badlands of the city, the seedy dens where cheep beer  cheep pleasure was traded....