War of Win, War of Right or was it your left hand
I know we have all had them, those days when your not sure if your homicidal or suicidal. Then there is the straw, we too have all heard, the one that broke the camels back.
What about that day nothing stayed where your hand left it, your hand left the keys on the Kitchen Cupboard, as it does every weekday your feet step through the back Gally door, your mind recalls vividly, as your hand was resting the keys upon the counter your ears could hear those every other day words by your Spouse to go pickup some milk, the convenient store will be fine, were the words that pierced your ears, having passed there no less than twice a day five out of seven days in a week, it was at least 7.75 miles, two stops and a residential area road that was heavily over populated four/forty home subdivision earlier and had been under construction for at least two of the five year the County had been installing an over due sewer system, the car got me back with the three convenient store stop a week half gallon milk that the refridgerator ran low on, time passed on the Mantle as my stomach fell more hungry, hoping the stove top could finish preparing my belly a meal, afterall my head had to get in bed at a decent hour, staying up late wasn't good for it, at last the stove finished cooking and as my ass sat down to feed my gut my right hand reached for the drink my throat had to have and it came back with the keys I know my left hand laid on the cupboard.
