Eating for the last time at the college banquet hall. Walking up to the second floor of the hall, cup of milk in hand held lazily from the tips of three fingers. With my hand out over the railing. Momentarily lost my balance at the top of the stairs, with my cup of milk over the railing, held weakly from the tips of three fingers. Over the head of some guy on the floor below.
Dropping it on him would've been a way to have my last meal there.
But I maintained balance, and went straight for an empty chair.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
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