zen and the art of self-destruction
Why won't this door shut?
I did, I took a little frustration out on the door of Dan's huger-than-life truck from my position behind the wheel. As the designated driver of all the band's equipment and a couple of band members themselves, I sat in a massive white semi-elderly truck deiseling in the alley in the dark. I tried to slam it three more times, with increasing force, before looking down to see that it was actually my digital camera blocking the door, sitting there just an inch or so from falling out of the truck. And rapidly being destroyed. By me.
Moments like this one bring to light the fact that any and all problems in my life are truly, and usually directly, my own fault.
I did, I took a little frustration out on the door of Dan's huger-than-life truck from my position behind the wheel. As the designated driver of all the band's equipment and a couple of band members themselves, I sat in a massive white semi-elderly truck deiseling in the alley in the dark. I tried to slam it three more times, with increasing force, before looking down to see that it was actually my digital camera blocking the door, sitting there just an inch or so from falling out of the truck. And rapidly being destroyed. By me.
Moments like this one bring to light the fact that any and all problems in my life are truly, and usually directly, my own fault.
posted by sarah at 7:41 PM
2 Comments:
Hey Sarah, this is Matt Clark...
That suuuuuuucks. At least you were able to tie the whole thing into some over-arching lesson. I think I would have just cursed a lot and shaken my fist toward the heavens.
By the way, I need to get your phone number and email address again... I think both of the ones I have for you are out of date. Hope you and Nate doing good.
hmm...that sounds like a scene from a movie...
when are you coming here?
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