big deal. I’m like Superman doing this, taking a different route, because the world—again, for me—is full of all kinds of uncomfortable surprises.
It’s like a world filled with dog doo and I’ve got to thread my way around it blindfolded. Only the dog doo, it’s not just messy, it explodes, and I see—
Again, been over all that.
But this construction thing, this holdup, this snag, this snafu…Guess what? I gird my loins, and—
I do it.
I go around the construction that’s messing up my path, and nothing happens. I didn’t really expect anything, but you never know. Stuff is out there lurking.
So I’m moving along, you know, preoccupied, and as I go, guess what happens?
I get knocked down.
That’s right. I’m going into the building, to my class, running up the steps, almost to the top, head down, and the door blows open, and bam, I’m knocked on my ass.
Fortunately, no one has taken a beating there before, so my rolling over the steps doesn’t excite anything in the stone, and I wonder if, in that sudden moment of surprise, or fear of falling, if my own thoughts are registering there, and would I be able to read them, wondering all that while I’m falling, see, and I’m pissed too, because all I was trying to do was go to class, and someone has thoughtlessly and carelessly knocked me on my ass, and then—
You know what, Tad? All of a sudden, I’m not wondering about any of that stuff at all.
Because, what they say about there being angels, and how they show up in times of need, at least for some people, it’s all true.
An angel was looking down at me.
I’m at the bottom of the steps, on my back, legs almost over my head, my pack has slipped off, and the books have come out, and there’s a paper of mine twisting in the wind over my face, and as it floats down past me, it’s replaced with the face of that angel I was telling you about.
A really good-looking angel, but with features that are, well, a little devilish. A really fine mouth, thick lips, and you know what some anthropologists say—the reason women with full lips are attractive is that the lips, they remind us of those other lips, down there; and man, maybe that’s true. And her hair, it was black, black, black, and long, long, long, the eyes, big doe eyes, and she’s leaning over me, and she’s just absolutely fucking gorgeous. And I’m trying not to look down her shirt, which is hard, because she’s right there bending over me, and she looks so frightened, and those breasts are banging together like two wrecking balls.
She says, “Oh, shit. Are you all right?”
“Sure,” I say, and I’m witty, Tad, get this, I really said this, said: “The concrete broke my fall.”
She grinned.
Let me tell you. She has the most beautiful teeth you have ever seen. A brand-new piano doesn’t have ivory like that.
Nice teeth.
She puts out a hand, and I take it, and she helps pull me up (strong girl), and I grin at her, and she says, “Really, you okay?”
I tell her, “Yeah, I’m fine. You ought to see how I look when I jump out of a plane without a parachute.”
Okay, I was reaching. But it wasn’t bad, and she laughed a little, and she started helping me pick up my books and recover my papers, put them in my backpack.
Then she sees the papers.
She says, “You got old man Timpson for Psychology.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say.
“Well, I’ll tell you a little something: He talks stuff in class, but if you take notes, it doesn’t do you that much good.”
“I’m finding that out.”
“Yeah, he gives tests on the book. You can forget his lectures. Read the book from cover to cover, and that’s the test.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Now I’m really looking at her, Tad, and she’s got on some really tight jeans, and there are no bulges. She looks like a model. A movie star. A goddess.
“Well,” she says, and she’s really smiling at me all the time she’s saying this, “I’d take you out for coffee,
It’s like a world filled with dog doo and I’ve got to thread my way around it blindfolded. Only the dog doo, it’s not just messy, it explodes, and I see—
Again, been over all that.
But this construction thing, this holdup, this snag, this snafu…Guess what? I gird my loins, and—
I do it.
I go around the construction that’s messing up my path, and nothing happens. I didn’t really expect anything, but you never know. Stuff is out there lurking.
So I’m moving along, you know, preoccupied, and as I go, guess what happens?
I get knocked down.
That’s right. I’m going into the building, to my class, running up the steps, almost to the top, head down, and the door blows open, and bam, I’m knocked on my ass.
Fortunately, no one has taken a beating there before, so my rolling over the steps doesn’t excite anything in the stone, and I wonder if, in that sudden moment of surprise, or fear of falling, if my own thoughts are registering there, and would I be able to read them, wondering all that while I’m falling, see, and I’m pissed too, because all I was trying to do was go to class, and someone has thoughtlessly and carelessly knocked me on my ass, and then—
You know what, Tad? All of a sudden, I’m not wondering about any of that stuff at all.
Because, what they say about there being angels, and how they show up in times of need, at least for some people, it’s all true.
An angel was looking down at me.
I’m at the bottom of the steps, on my back, legs almost over my head, my pack has slipped off, and the books have come out, and there’s a paper of mine twisting in the wind over my face, and as it floats down past me, it’s replaced with the face of that angel I was telling you about.
A really good-looking angel, but with features that are, well, a little devilish. A really fine mouth, thick lips, and you know what some anthropologists say—the reason women with full lips are attractive is that the lips, they remind us of those other lips, down there; and man, maybe that’s true. And her hair, it was black, black, black, and long, long, long, the eyes, big doe eyes, and she’s leaning over me, and she’s just absolutely fucking gorgeous. And I’m trying not to look down her shirt, which is hard, because she’s right there bending over me, and she looks so frightened, and those breasts are banging together like two wrecking balls.
She says, “Oh, shit. Are you all right?”
“Sure,” I say, and I’m witty, Tad, get this, I really said this, said: “The concrete broke my fall.”
She grinned.
Let me tell you. She has the most beautiful teeth you have ever seen. A brand-new piano doesn’t have ivory like that.
Nice teeth.
She puts out a hand, and I take it, and she helps pull me up (strong girl), and I grin at her, and she says, “Really, you okay?”
I tell her, “Yeah, I’m fine. You ought to see how I look when I jump out of a plane without a parachute.”
Okay, I was reaching. But it wasn’t bad, and she laughed a little, and she started helping me pick up my books and recover my papers, put them in my backpack.
Then she sees the papers.
She says, “You got old man Timpson for Psychology.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say.
“Well, I’ll tell you a little something: He talks stuff in class, but if you take notes, it doesn’t do you that much good.”
“I’m finding that out.”
“Yeah, he gives tests on the book. You can forget his lectures. Read the book from cover to cover, and that’s the test.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Now I’m really looking at her, Tad, and she’s got on some really tight jeans, and there are no bulges. She looks like a model. A movie star. A goddess.
“Well,” she says, and she’s really smiling at me all the time she’s saying this, “I’d take you out for coffee,
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