If only I had known what awaited me that faithful morning when a neighbor saw me walking barefoot to begin my usual uneventful morning stroll:
Watch out! The birds have pooped!”
Yes! If only I could relive that brief moment in time and have heeded that warning instead of going on to walk where ‘no stroller had gone before!’ How different my life would have transpired and be at this particilar moment in time!
Yes! Not even Stephen King in his wildest imagination and ‘coked out’ on diet coke could have penned or finger-typed such a dastardly tale as that that awaited me as I casually walked out of my 50-plus complex and onto that innocent sidewalk littered with bird droppings. Bird feces I should have taken heed of and surely avoided!
To be contined after I wash my feet, put on some holeless socks, and rap my holeless belt around my dirty frayed gray shorts.