One Rotund Tragedy

My life has been one rotund tragedy. It’s sad. There are so many things that can go right, but sometimes they all flop over like they smelled gas. My mom had maybe a kindergarten of miscarriages. They were all me’s that gave it their pathetic best but couldn’t quite make a go of it. And then I gave it my equally pathetic best but for some reason just barely made it. I sometimes wonder if my embryo had just smothered itself in egg yolk like the others if things would have turned out so much better for everyone. My parents would’ve bought a dog.

David Copperfield is good but not so good that you’d sit in acid reading it.

It’s almost that good.