Sensory Deprivation Tanks pt. 2

     A knockoff of the Slip-N-Slide has been manufactured inside your flotation tank as you splish and splosh through the streets. That's right, you read sentence correctly. You are straight up splishing and sploshing through these streets in your tank like Homer Simpson unknowingly being repossessed in that episode where he and Lisa go all Burning Man on the audience in their quest to become more enlightened by trying a float and it is very confusing. Well, at first you were confused. Then you were angry for a few blocks and finally hungry once you pulled up outside a taco food truck.
     What's going on here? Who knows. Are you safe? Probably not. What do we know? We know that you are flying down the streets of Paris at a rapid pace in a sensory deprivation tank. What can you do about it? Nothing. There is absolutely nothing you can do to stop the flood that is coming your way (and I'm not talking about a flood of saltwater, either.) No, unfortunately for you, you didn't read the fine print when you were signing up for The Paris Floating Club, a popular isolation float club from the the City of Lights (or should I say the City of Neon Tank Lights; nah, I'm just gonna stick to the City of Lights. Thanks for letting me ponder the decision though.)

Buy Chris's books SPONGE CAKE & WHAT'S IN THE FRIDGE? on Amazon 

Visit Chris's website christheauthor.com