“Oh my god, you look like a grown up.” I yell. I yell it to loud. Always to loud in the bathroom. It echoes and the cat leaves. I wish I could say their was bacon taped to the wall but my real life isn’t Gummo. There is however a beer can under the towel rack. Its empty and shiny. My dick almost, almost, rises.
“I am a grown up!” she says.
Then she walks away.
I see her bum sway like a two pronged whisk.
The cat comes back into the bathroom and I say
“Oh my God, you’re a grown up!”
He tells me to scooch over so he watch the sparrows play on the apple branch out side the window. He can get strange like that if me and her are fighting.
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