I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.
Laughter is the valve on the pressure cooker of life. Either you laugh and suffer, or you got your beans or brains on the ceiling.
The thing about that singles apartment is you never had to clean it up. . . until the day you got the security deposit back. You're arguing with the landlord. . . 'No sir, the back door was missing when we moved in here! The pizzas were always on the ceiling!'