Mt. Vesuvius.

I had a cold a week ago. Nothing too horrendous, apart from sexy voice and a little bit of running water/juices coming from my nose.

The unfortunate by-product of any sort of head cold for me is always a gut-wrenching, friend/passer-by surprising, loud, yukky, with-chunks cough.

That sounds scary, they say. Just spit it out, they say.

If only, I reply.

I wait until i'm behind a closed door for that.