BLESSING

square 50.jpg Accepting negative blessings is hard. It's hard work. But I'm a negative blessings accepter. Like I have a choice. You know, life is like a little piece of spaghetti that when you're eating spaghetti and you simultaneously hiccup and sneeze gets stuck behind your eye. And your vision is suddenly blurry and you think you may have a brain tumor and there are so many things you never got to do, like visit Nova Scotia or run across the street naked carrying a tuba and people would wonder, what was that? I would probably wear a ski mask, because if people saw my head they would say, oh, it's just him, and the magic would be lost. Point being, though, it's just a little piece of spaghetti.