Chapter 5

My brave see-how-great-life-is mood lasted all of about a block. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, blah, blah, blah, and I saw Mr. That’s Mine digging through the trash just ahead of the Parks & Rec guy, who spat when he saw him. I turned around and walked the other way, out of the sunshine and under the trees. No sense going where I’d been; they say you can’t go back again, and boy was that true in my case, which made my mood sink into the ground and bottom out in a cesspool of pain.

Sorry, Mrs. White, I can’t find any sunshine to glow in, I can’t seem to find a good luck penny, and mostly I can’t make the most of what I have because I have absolutely nothing. Well, like they say, the clothes I stand up in, and frankly, they were still soaking wet.

They’ll dry out as you walk; shut up, Mrs. White

The sun will come out tomorrow; it came up today, big effing deal.

Cheer up, things could be worse; oh shit, another good reason to stay glum