Sometimes the world gets small on me. So small it stops fitting. You run into a life you had once upon a time ago, and you wonder where you would be now had you stepped to the right instead of the left. You wonder if the world is trying to tell you something, each time it has you bump into people from "ago" instead of "now." As if to say, "we’re not done here."
And no, I did not run into the wasband or his friends. Though if I had, I’d have sent over a bottle of (cheap) champagne with a card attached that read, "Your screwing me over was the best thing that ever happened to me…" and depending on how much I’d already had to drink, I might cap it off with, "… you asshut." Because hut is a good word.