Go play yer fuckin piano and save yerself

The way of the world never ceases to amaze me. You're tryin' to keep a grip on reality and stay grounded and in the moment in life... Trying to do your best every fuckin day. You think that you might have a few things figured out in this cluster fuck called life and then you get smacked in the face with a big dose of reality - someone's walking down the street, running an errand and then BAM heart attack, collapses and dies. 43-year old woman, known her my whole life - kept shit the family business' shit together - kept the office from falling apart. How do you take this dose of reality? What are we to do when the totally improbably happens? Where do we turn for solice, for the strength to keep going in spite of the fact that we're all gonna end up on the cutting room floor? I think I'll go to the piano...