Until one day, lo and behold!
"I've found my missin' piece," it sang,
"I've found my missin' piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I've found my..."
"Wait a minute," said the piece.
"Before you go greasing your knees
and fleecing your bees...
"I am not your missing piece.
I am nobody's piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was
somebody's missing piece
I don't think I'd be yours!"
"Oh," it said sadly,
"I'm sorry to have bothered you."
And on it rolled.
And on, I fucking roll. The rolling is the thing, it is what life is for Silverstein, what it is for me, and so all I can do is say "Oh" sadly when Andrew tells me to fuck off, when he tells me to do whatever the fuck I want with his bracelet that I was holding before I pissed him off, the bracelet I tried to hand back to him, but which he tells me to throw away. But, I didn't. I pocketed it, holding it to myself tightly, letting it serve as a subsitute missing piece. And "Oh" is said sadly again, said perhaps even more sadly when I see Sean and Andrew engaged in conversation for a long while after both had told me no, told me to take it back, I don't want it - makes me wonder if they ever did.
And on, I roll, I fucking roll. Rolling towards the next missing piece, leaving the wall to the soundtrack of the Rolling Stones' "Beast of Burden," singing along sadly, rolling all the way home.