by The Usual Suspect
A little bird told me I was going to die at the end of the day.
"Are you certain?" I asked, to which he nodded.
I typically don't take much stock in anything that a bird has to say, but I decided to indulge the fowl, just in case. I went home and disregarded the laundry, the dishes, and all other projects and commitments. I played my guitar until my fingers bled. I played so hard that I completely forgot to die at the end of the day.
So I'll do it again. And again, and again until that dipshit little bird is right.