A beautiful, hardback, first edition book just flew off my shelf to the sounds of Lou Reed and John Cale, the book hit me on the head and knocked me to the floor. My cup of tea spilt all over some forms and reciepts I no longer needed. I threw my guitar on my bed.
I wrapped my hands in toilet paper and cleaned up the mess on my desk. I picked the papers up off the floor, they had been placed on top of the book that fell.
Oh, life’s just full of little calamities—ain’t it? (:
