Balance

            “Balance huh? Who the fuck are you to tell me what balance is?” At that exact moment I wanted to put her opinion to the grater. I was not composed.

            “I mean just think about it. You read those fucking comic books a-a-and all I’m trying to say is you’re too old to be doing those things.” She rebutted.

            “That is my balance. No! Wait, why would even use that word? It stinks, its putrid. Fuck you!” I slammed the phone down with authority. I hadn’t wanted to talk anyway. Balance was on my mind now. Shit, I could puke. They were just a stimulant. Nice pictures, well written dialogue. I stressed too much when I was on the ground. The ground was dirty. It wrecked my shoes.