It's your worst case scenario, but at least there's pudding!
Recently, I read this post on Yes & Yes in which a guest blogger fantasizes about her absolute worst case scenario: Plan Z. It kind of frightened me because I’m already living my Plan B so if I’m going to be steadily working through my neurotic alphabet of plans, I’d better have a solid grasp on what exactly Plan Z looks like.
My Plan Z, macaroons, occurs in the event I have lost all my teeth due to joblessness & repossessions by student loan agencies. Homeless & hounded by collectors, I’ll stay on the run by circling the continent all day on my motorcycle. At night, I will sleep under overpasses & wash my hair in stagnant water. I’ll sell poems on street corners for $1 about rainbow desert landscapes shining off of delicate cactus wren skulls or what it means to be a troubadour for love & art. I’d survive on ketchup & grilled road kill. I would have friends in every state, Canada, Mexico & most of South America.
What’s your Plan Z, macaroons?
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