This is a collaborative story written with Ellen – and by that I mean she wrote the lion’s share and I tied it up with the ending, but I like it and thought it worth posting here. See if you can see the point where they split. It’s about feelings, and junk.
Originally appeared here.
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Didn’t get a place in drama school. Failed to pass my driving test. Wasn’t chosen to go on the school ski trip or hockey trip. Couldn’t buy that blender.
I look for meaning in everything when I have these crises of faith, searching for the deus ex machina in my life. The event which will turn things around or at least give me an answer. I don’t believe in God, but I do believe in plot devices.