You....

You are the king of the ant hill. The blackberry jelly you buy by mistake, it's ok I guess, and you eat it anyway, but it's never as good as grape. You are the tiny shell in a huge bowl of raw eggs. The hard centered root of the tomato on what would have otherwise been a perfect sandwich. You are the crust on an infected nipple ring. The ingrown nail on a big toe. You are the tag that won't stay inside a t-shirt. The cop that follows you for miles really close, and never turns on his lights. You are the scuff mark on a day old pair of chucks. You are the tiny patch of hair that you missed while shaving, not realizing it till you look in the rear view mirror in your car, miles away from home. The buzz on a bass string that just won't go away. The piece of dead skin on your palm while you are trying to masturbate...