What Makes Gene Happy

　It wasn’t a Happy New Year for Gene.

On New Years Eve Gene planned to go to a party, but his boss made him come to work that night. He didn’t get out of work until 12:30.
When he finally got to the party, everyone was drunk and happy. Gene was not. But he wanted to be, so he took some acid started drinking too. This would prove to be a mistake.
About an hour and a half later, sitting on the kitchen floor with some people at the party,
Gene’s vision started to get blurry. He figured it was the acid and quickly brushed it off.
But it came back. He rubbed his eyes with his fists and ran to the bathroom, but not before smashing into the door because he still had his fists covering his eyes.

        Without any time to feel embarrassed Gene stood up and closed the door behind him and began to examine himself in the mirror. Looking closer and closer he could see what appeared to be little grayish worms swimming around in his eyes. Both of them. He tried to get them out with his fingers, but he jabbed himself with his long, dirty fingernails. He often forgot to trim them. Only times like these made him remember. And soon enough he would forget again.
Meanwhile, the acid Gene had taken was starting to take hold. He became obsessed with the worms; studying them; their movements, their purpose.
   
   After half an hour he was on a first name basis with most of the worms via telepathy.
      Gene had taken too much acid.

       Through close examination of the worms, Gene had determined that the longer ones were females and the shorter, fatter ones, males. They had been living in a little boy after being homeless for a brief period. The boy eventually came with his family to the restaurant where Gene cleaned tables and the worms spread to him through plates, cups and silverware. But he was more than happy to give them a home.
   By this time people were knocking on the door. Yelling about how they had to piss or throw up. Gene ignored them. Their problems were irrelevant. All he could hear were the distant squeaky voices of his worms. Now they belonged to him. Other people had dogs, cats or children. Gene had his worms.

　
　
　Life went about that way for a few months. Gene went to work, went to school, went on dates and eventually got married. And with all of this, the worms left him. Gene was heartbroken. And soon he was divorced and had nothing. He sat in his meager apartment, drunk, wondering what the hell happened. When all of the sudden, his vision became blurry. He flew to his feet in excitement! He smiled while he gleefully began to rub his eyes and think of old times. They were back. And Gene was happy once again.