I thought as I was coming out of my evening slumber.
I could feel it in my upper left temple.
It was coming.
It was imminent.
It was horrible.
A zit was brewing.
And based on the size of the sore area this was going to be a monster.
'Will it fit under a hat?' I pleaded.
But no, it was too far down my face.
'I could start leaving my fringe over my forehead?' I reasoned.
But no, I find that mildly annoying.
It was hopeless.
I was destined to be a stupid zit head once more.
Left to scourge the dark alleys to hide my shame.
Like a ray of brilliant warming light.
It basked upon me.
'Oh that's right, late last night while trying to turn on the bathroom light, I friggin' head-butted the corner of the medicine cabinet'
It hurt a lot.
This isn't a zit growing.
It's just a full on dong smashing my face into furniture bruise.
And in that moment, my stupid bruised face said it all - hope is there for us all!
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