It rained and I was happy. But I had reality shoved in my face by just another jackass - the rich kid with the big car - when he calculated the precise turn of the wheel that would splash just the right amount of murky rainwater to soak me down to the bone. Just when my head was a-buzz with rain-soaked laburnum and i-love-the-smell-of-wet-earth thoughts.
Assholes will remain assholes. Yes. Even on days when flowers that gladden your heart dance their mirth in front of your eyes.
Throw down the gauntlet.
Take the bull by the horns.
Wake up and smell the coffee.
Get real.
and Get Going.
Tomorrow is another day.
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