karma
By the time I got home I was spitting mad. A cartoon dark cloud over my head with little lightning bolts shooting out. It was filled with astericks, exclamation points and curly cues to indicate my pissiness. I was that squat drawing of a little kid, face squinched in anger, stomping back and forth, the one that wanted to run away from home. I changed my clothes and decided to stomp up to the convenience store to fetch some medicinal beer and to try to stomp out some of my pique.
I have my 6-pack beer in hand and a redemptive lottery ticket and i'm actually feeling a little better. Half way home from this 6 block walk, the skies open up and spill giant saucer-like rain drops. On me. It's just too funny by the time I've gotten home to find Ruby and Richard waiting out the storm sitting in the car. They've noticed some jackass walking in the rain and they foolishly wonder who it is. Who's the jackass? ME!
