Fue un lunes normal de invierno, casi nadie

Fue un lunes normal de invierno, casi nadie queria levantarse de la cama.

I hit the snooze, that gave me 9 min and 59 secs before the scissors cut the rope, releasing the anvil, which pulls the clothes pin off the springs that sends my mattress in a 90°

flip, hurling me over a cliff, into a lagoon infested with piranhas on the brink of ending their hunger strike, that's surrounded by a minefield. You might say I live on the edge

of sanity, but if you aren't on the edge, baby, where are you? I snatched the piranhas one at a time and hurled them at the minefield, detonating a clear pathway out. I ran as far

as I could until I started to feel a sudden

pang, a feeling, indescribable really, I'm at a loss to explain it. It came on without warning, on the quick as it were & took me completely by surprise. If you want me to pin it

down, give me a few moments to collect myself. I am still reeling from this abrupt, unforeseen sensation, which I will attempt to explain. First though, let me tell you about

how I lost three toes in the war. It all started and ended with an artillery shell. Now, this sensation... am I having a heart attack? Maybe, but what about the dull ache in my

This was one huge karmic lesson. I never drove again and was never late to work again! My boss bought me a monthly transit pass as a reward. I sold the two-bit car without regrets.