I was eating sunflower seeds one night. Then I dropped the fucking teal little plastic bowl, the thing where I put the god damn shells. Dropped the fucking thing right on the floor. But first it hit the edge of my table, the fucking thing hit the edge of my table, fell to the floor, and rolled some on the fucking floor. The god damn teal little plastic cup, full of shells and all, did all that shit.
And only a few shells fell out. Just a few mother fucking shells. Like four or five or some shit like that. Three tiny little fucking shells. The god damn teal little plastic cup fell and rolled and bounced and fucking got fucked up. And then, three or four little shells fell out. That's fucking luck right there. No denying. That's god damn good luck.
I was about to start cursing too. I was about to start up god damn storm. Fuck what a mess. To have all those god damn shells all over the fucking floor. There must've been a hundred of them. One hundred fucking shells everywhere fucking up the floor. Making a god damn dump everywhere. But no. I only had three or for little mother fuckers to pick up. The rest stayed in that god damn teal little plastic bowl. That's fucking luck right there.
it reminds me of the way catcher in the rye was written... i like it.
__________________ By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third, by experience, which is the bitterest.
(Confucius)
