Well.. I tried.
My brows furrowed gripping my pencil like it was anchoring me to this earth. Trying To pull something prophetic from the universe while I think myself to death in this hipster cofdee shop with hanging planta hung every 2 feet from the ceiling. Usually in these moments something shifts or my armor of impossible invincibility cracks.
And right on queue Anna comes in, my best friend since second grade, and says the first thing that pops into that treacherous mind of hers, “Yo Em, you look like you’re in the middle of a fart or about to burst out laughing. Why does your face do that, dude? Why so Serious?”
Well damn. Anna is a goddamn oracle because after laughing my ass off I farted in the middle of this hipster coffee shop thinking all the while “Damn it Anna. I love you.“