I could sever an artery just trying to put out a cigarette in the wrong kind of ashtray, an evil one, i mean . . . or a two year old could jump on my head while i’m washing my hair & drown me in the bathtub . . . or that branch over the car that always looks ready to fall could finally decide to do it . . . or some kind of malevolent gas could erupt from the earth & strangle me before i could even think about becoming a public utility . . . or some angry midget could kick me in the balls and what good is my karate if i double over & swallow a beer bottle . . . or who knows what the mailman thinks of me . . . or what they’re liable to put on the back of postage stamps these days . . . or the inherent & terrifying potentials of one- way streets & yield signs . . . or some giant by-product of some wacky genius; huge grasshoppers, toads, earthworms . . . see it’s everything or that’s why nothing scares me.
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