"I was just standin' on the corna, mindin' my own bizness, when I . . ."
. . . get knifed in the chest, accosted by two gentlemen who shove crack cocaine in my pockets, impregnate a woman just by looking at her, get struck by lightning. Take your pick. I have a kid on my caseload whose life is a Madlib set of excuses.
I also have two files to be audited tomorrow. I found out this morning.
I cringe at hearing about a former friend wishing her life were more glam and rich in a letter to herself.
I wish I had time to watch T.V.
Get over it.
Will write more later, while I'm working this weekend.