Boredom of the Failure in the Daytime
Sometimes I cannot remember if I have lived certain things, or if I have seen them on Cheers. The town I grew up in was disgusting but it had a filth-covered charm that I sometimes think about when I am naked, in the bath tub, standing up letting water drip over me. I still live in that town but my mind is so far from it that even when I walk down its streets and go to Harding’s Friendly...
We’re going to make it, Gussy, just you and me. You drive the truck and I’ll navigate. I’ll watch for porcupines. You watch the road and I’ll tell you stories. Let’s go, Gussy, let’s go.
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