The Wrong Kind of Egg
The other day, some friends and I attended a spoken word/comedy concert where Henry Rollins, Marc Maron, and Janeane Garofalo performed. Rollins is an author, TV and radio host, and actor, but many people know him from being in Black Flag and the Rollins Band. It was a great time, and reminded me of the importance of connecting with people and expressing oneself. While each had their own style, they each seemed very in tune with their "instrument" and very much in-the-moment.
Then shortly afterwards, we were standing outside the theater enoying the experience and deciding what to do next when some fratboy-looking, matching set of tiny-brain-and-tiny-genitalia-having dullards whose-mothers-never-actually-wanted-them-nor-loved-them drove by and threw a raw egg which hit me in the arm and exploded all over me.
The universe is funny that way...
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...but to end on an up note I'm going to Vegas this weekend!