5. August. 2007.
They ask me a bunch of questions and even though I couldn't answer them very well, they still let me go. I think Michelle slept with one of them, at one time or another. She's crying when I come out of the cell and she's holding me really tight and smiling. She takes me home and makes some pancakes for me and puts some Texas Pete on them, just the way I like it. And then she vomits.
I try to go to the store but Connor isn't there. And then when I go to get an Arizona, they kick me out. And then that's when I realize I don't have any jeans on.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
