By the Balls

I feel like "Life", let's call him Larry, has a gun to my back. In my ear, he whispers, "Don't stop smiling. Don't stop having fun. Figure it out. Find the balance. Take care of everyone. Take care of yourself. Don't you dare stop fucking smiling." Then Larry, who is maintaining his own smile, punches me in the kidney. I bend over, moan in pain, hold my side, grimace, perhaps cry a bit. He gives me just a second before jabbing my shoulder blade with the barrel of his gun and repeating his mantra, "Don't you dare stop smiling. Or I will fucking end you in ways you can't imagine. Just keep moving."