I can still feel the spot on the bottom of my right foot. A spot where years prior one of those nails that you see on the back of some upholstery, the kind that looks like a large rounded button, had pierced my very sole.
I can still dimly remember the pain. The worst wasn’t stepping on it, the worst was getting the fucker back out.
Next thing we know you’ll be claiming Willy Wonka’s sequel continues on a train.