Today I missed the bus. Not that it was a problem, the number 22 took me home shortly after. I suppose you are wondering how on earth I managed to miss it, after all they are not exactly rare sights these days. To be honest, I’m, not sure, but I do know one thing - I deserve punishment.
That’s what you learn on the stage you know, accidents equal injury, and mistakes are as good an accident as any. I do not have many accidents now that I am too old to sing. Now that my life is a pleasanter one - just the wife and I.
I do not know how I managed to miss it; perhaps some gentler, more deserving being took my place. For that alone I deserve to die.
The wife left an apple pie in the fridge for me - perhaps I will not eat it. It is only fair I do not sleep until my body screeches. The restless days shall put me right - there is no reason to indulge in forbidden fruits I do not deserve.
I missed the bus today, perhaps I will catch it tomorrow?
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Workshop piece #3
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2 comments:
I still think you should post the redrafted version we did :D
Lol i will post it as soon as I find it ^.^
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