My Cup Runneth Over

Everything keeps coming up Schneider. Anywhere your gaze may fall you will find another indicator of my winning ways. Animals scurry, and the birds they tweet. The sky, blue in it’s enormity hums with the warmth of background radiation. Soda cans litter the earth proclaiming a serving size and a “best when used by”. Dirty children play with a dog named, “Chewy”. How can I lose?