The more you hear about Ebola, the more it sounds like something conjured in a Guillermo Del Toro adaptation of a Cormac McCarthy novel. It's so antagonistic and the effect it has on the body is so grotesque that it's almost cinematic. It, to be plain, fucks people the fuck up worse than the most fucked up fucked up disease has ever fucked people up. Basically, it's the disease version of Les Grossman.
Naturally, this cinematic-ass disease has made its way to Dallas, which means Jerry Jones is 36 hours away from signing it to a 10-day contract. And, if it's true to the script laid by equally cinematic afflictions in The Stand, 28 Days Later, I Am Legend, World War Z, The Planet of the Apes, Contagion, and The Strain, we have maybe an hour before Gwyneth Paltrow dies, a week before we're all quarantined, two weeks before Brad Pitt attempts to save us with AIDS, a month before Naomi Harris chops off our forearms, and three years before an awkwardly bearded Gary Oldman starts a war with a group of apes who are surprisingly good at civil engineering and making quiche.
In the meantime, we're all going to die. And since we're all going to die very soon, I've complied a list of things I'm going to attempt to do in the week we have left on Earth before Ebola or the flesh-eating zombies created by a "cure" for Ebola kills us.
Take my wife to a vineyard
Because she's been wanting to go for at least a year now. And because in this hypothetical apocalypse I've created, the zombies are afraid of wine. (These are some bitch-ass non-Bougie zombies, apparently)
Learn how to crochet
If I do survive this shit, I figure the electricity will be down for a couple decades, so a Black guy who can make quilts and blankets should be pretty useful.
Learn how to heel-toe
No one is worse at doing anything that I am at learning how to do the heel-toe. Seriously, I've been trying off and on for almost 20 years now, and the best I can do is some midwestern hybrid of the Carlton dance and my dad stepping on his corns.
Make a mixtape of Big Sean songs, and listen to the entire thing
Is only on my bucket list because I know it's on absolutely no one else's
Go to Canada
Because even Ebola can't make it across the Peace Bridge without a passport.