I’m walking down 4th, on my way to work, and I’ve been thinking about this stupid fight I had all day. I would tell you what it was about, if it wasn’t so stupid. It’s takin up my whole day, as if it was so important. And no matter what I do, I can’t let go of it.
I look to my left, and I see this guy, with headphones around his neck, gliding down the street, on a skateboard.
He has no arms. Just these small hands.
And then everything juts into perspective.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.