This past Monday I lost my wallet and then found my wallet - all within a timeframe of about three minutes. Yup - for about three whole minutes I was without identity, without credit and without crunched-up receipts.
That white-hot feeling of complete fucking loss shook my bowels, cleared my sinuses and left me feeling spent (and abused). Everyone was guilty. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and psychokinetically slam all the doors shut (a la Carrie, 1976).
My companion, dressed in her Chapters bag, red-hot Roots wristlet and casual smile was the epitome of calm.....I could have killed her. Yes, it was hilarious. If my back wasn't so fucking sore I'd tell you more....I have to sign off.
Puds.
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I had the same 'Oh shit' feeling too you know ... ;-)
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