Getting a New Perspective on Life

Josh's friends bought him an ice cream bar with a candy tarantula in the middle. He ate it, but tasted nothing. Josh decided to do something productive while he waited, like maybe compose a song or write a novel. So he tried to write a novel, an espionage thriller about the college basketball team. But he found he didn't know enough about basketball or spies, or how to properly craft suspense fiction. Maybe he should try writing something more personal, like a story about what had happened in this past week. Maybe he could even write it in third person, some random, omniscient god voice totally removed from his problematic body and try to look at things through its eyes