Some days are better than others, that’s for damn sure. Some days your favorite team ends its season in a no-name tournament, sometimes your right sinus is so impacted that you actually look forward to surgery in April, sometimes you are so ashamed of your own government that you can barely walk down the sidewalk without feeling guilty you have a sidewalk to walk on, and sometimes when you get back home, you step in a humongous dollop of dog poop.
I could take everything else, but the dog shit really did me in. I had to take my shoes upstairs and scrub them with a wire brush and a quart of Windex. I would have used water, but the water isn’t working in our apartment building today.
I’m going to go eat worms,