by Benjamin Imamovic
What is it with these things that never cease to exist out but of sole purpose to annoy? I am talking, of course, about broken shoelaces, about sudden deaths in the family, both your parents in one night. I am talking about awkward kisses, I am talking about escaping your local butcher with a steak shoved down your pants and crashing full speed into the closed door. I am talking about never running again. Cancers and amputations and being fired on a sunny Friday. What is it with these things, these little things that drive a man over the edge: it does not take much, a thought, a smile, and soon enough you are laughing at your funeral.
Benjamin Imamovic is living in Perth, Western Australia.