All this shit going on. I think back to the first time I met my mother. She was on a couch in a back room living room of her house that was so out of the way it felt adrift. She was scribbling something in a notebook and rocking back and forth slightly.
If you were a boy, she says. (crazy close together green eyes) I would have you. I would…she digs the pen into the paper. Hard.
Like that.
I gotta go home, I say.
Another one. Great.
mkrashes 