The other day I was working at the gallery. You know, selling paintings and feeling superior in general.
Then, out of no where in walks an angel. At first I thought to myself "Holy fuck Cody! Are you dead?! Is this heaven?! IF THIS IS HEAVEN WHY AM I STILL ON MACKINAC FUCKING ISLAND?!"
But no, I was not dead. The angel was real.
My little angel was a chubby little girl sporting a fake mustache with a toy gun across her back.
When I said hello, she stuck her hand out. Naturally I took hold to shake her hand and little did I know she had a toy zapper in her palm to shock people. I yelped and she pulled out a rock candy, popped it in her mouth and skipped away laughing.
She was perfection.
She was my hero.
I want to be her when I grow up.
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