May 3rd, 2006

Le théâtre de l'absurde

All my best stories start this way

In the shower this morning, a dime fell off of my ass. Because it took me a moment to ponder where it might have come from (I'm currently assuming that it fell out of my pocket at some point over the weekend while I was reading in bed), I was initially a little put off by the idea of having coins clinging to my body. Still, having a dime fall off your ass is much less traumatic than having a dime fall out of your ass. This is, of course, unless you had planned on becoming some sort of po-mo variant of the goose that laid golden eggs.

I am the eggman.