In the shower I backed up and bent down to pick up my wash cloth — good mor-ning sun-shiiiine! Houston, we’ve just landed on that thing you pull up and push down to get the shower going and shutting off. Reminds me of the time I took a whore’s bath stooped in the tub. The faucet was being repaired, so the water just shot out of a hole in the wall in a forceful stream. I took my time getting it repaired.
Happy discoveries brighten my day. They are the unguent on which I might slide into the next, freely oiled and beneficent, unarmed and happy, facing beasts, motherfuckers, slimy bastards, and sons of bitches with a smile and a prayer! Ooooh Hap-py Daaaaay!