There are so many things I want to tell you about.
But I can’t.
For many reasons, but mostly because there are too many words I can’t find the right words it’s not mine to share do you read all the things that are crossed out there are kids starving in Africa I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you that’s what she said CABS ARE HERE sharing is caring I might be really crazy, in fact I’m going to go to a mental ward now I don’t know.
So I’m going to make up a story instead.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
There once was a piece of bubble gum.
It was pretty pink and had just the right amount of goo on the inside.
To say it was perfect would be an understatement.
And then it got chewed up. And spit out. Onto the sidewalk.
And then someone stepped on it and it stuck to their shoe. They saw the gum (now full of dirt, gravel, hair, and the common cold) on their shoe and uttered a curse as they attempted to scrape it off on the cement step next to them.
And the bubble gum who had once been sweet and just the right amount of gooey wondered why the person had gotten so mad, they were the one who stepped on me…the gum said to itself.
What did the gum ever do to you anyways?