Occasionally I take a step. A bold, visionary step. Occasionally the boot that takes that step lands in dogshit. For instance:
A beautiful fabric, non? Well yes. Unless you have to sew with it. Like, eight yards of it. Making perfectly rectangular window panels. Please Lord. It’s thick. It’s slippery. It has a grain like the wily Chinese dragon embellished on its surface – wiggling and taunting and breathing fire at me.
I am praying to my gods. At least, begging the Fuck-Up Fairy not to visit. I will keep you posted.