- …..he thought yesterday must surely have been the worst day of his life—not another one even came close in terms of sheer repulsion, he knew that as an immutable fact—but then, while he continued sulking as he casually perused obituaries in the newspaper from the day before, he remembered that he was alive, that he had not suffered any fatal injuries throughout the previous sojourn’s misery, that he still stood in full command of his five God-given senses, and that he now had a brand-spanking-new day in front of him to confront head-on and ensnare and ultimately tackle and pin its shoulders to the turf.…..a day for going out and kicking some motherfuckin’ ass and for making a few amends and for repaying a handful of well-deserved debts from the prior day’s landmark fiasco…..
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