smaller portions

apparently brewer's yeast is this year's pumpkin, and on my walk to fetch the paper this morning i encountered a giant one-clawed crab vying for sidewalk dominance with a (presumed) middle-aged crack addict riding a child's bicycle. suffice to say that my presumption applied less to the man's age than his crack intake, but either way he was kind enough to announce his presence, and i turned to see his sun-beaten stomach revealed by his wife-beaten t-shirt rolled halfway up his torso. he turned into the McDonald's parking lot, where i can only hope to imagine that he used the drive-thru window.

but this is beside the point.

the point is i took another piece of past karma off my plate yesterday afternoon, and i was left feeling not only relief, but also astonishment at how high it was once was. after six years, seven months and twenty-nine days of piling various calamities on top of one another, i've spent the past few years reducing the one-time smorgasbord to a mere smidgen of its former self - the lesson?

smaller portions.