james bought me a tub of valentines day candy, to consume in pancreas-destroying quantities when i decide to quit smoking…<\/p>\n
so i took some outside with me to have with my cigarette. i met a guy named steve.\u00a0 i asked him for a light and he asked me what i did.\u00a0 i said work and school, history major, going into psych though.\u00a0 he said “yeah, awesome, pickton, try and get in that guy’s head.”\u00a0 yes, i read the news all day long, been seeing alot of that guy.\u00a0 “aw, i love that stuff man, so cool!\u00a0 i’m a total csi junky, i could watch that show any time of day, man.”<\/p>\n
he said goodbye (rather\u00a0abruptly, actually) and i was left thinking two things:<\/p>\n
shouldn’t he wait until he’s already lured me back to his pig farm to tell me these things, and…<\/p>\n
why must my brain always associate the phrase “who’s your daddy?”\u00a0 with every stranger named steve i meet?\u00a0 why, i ask you, does\u00a0it never fail?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
james bought me a tub of valentines day candy, to consume in pancreas-destroying quantities when i decide to quit smoking… so i took some outside with me to have with my cigarette. i met a guy named steve.\u00a0 i asked … Continue reading