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Misadventures and Ruminations

of Soma "Her?" Roy

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Also, yesterday, I was merrily embarking on a trip to CVS, coming down the stairs with a bounce in my step regardless of the mild depression HJNTIY left me in. I had a nostalgic playlist going and was listening to Never Meant by American Football. With a few steps to go, I felt my feet slip out from under me and thought "Oh, this will end badly." I fell flat on my left ass cheek. I can't say I fell flat on my ass because, guys, that didn't happen. My attempt to save myself resulted in this far more painful experience of falling on my left ass cheek. It's worse than falling flat on your whole ass because the pain is localized. It hurt so much I almost hurled/fainted. Also, this is the same side that experienced sciatica back in 2005. Also, I was wearing Asics. What? How is it that a fashion sneaker has less traction than those slouchy hipster boots?

I kept wishing that someone was there with me, but why? To commiserate? I don't know. I sat down on the steps, trying to let my brain settle, but I heard people coming and I was in the way. I sucked it up like the man I probably should have been and continued my excursion because I kind of can't stand life without toilet paper or Diet Coke.


Never Meant - American Football

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