"You know, I just don't get it. Every time I solve a problem, the universe lobs another one at me. And it's always bigger and messier than the last. Am I being persecuted?"
He smiles faintly. "If only it were that personal. Life fucks you anonymously. It doesn't want to know your name, doesn't give a shit about your station. The terrain never stops shifting. One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are."
"Sure I do," I say irritably. "Right next to the world's big fat hairy asshole, upon which I seem to be stuck in superglue lately, waiting for it to have its next case of explosive diarrhea."
He laughs. A bona-fide laugh, and I smile, grateful to have lifted a bit of sorrow from that dark, forbidding countenance.
~~Karen Marie Moning