New Year
I woke with a splinter on my left hand and a fixed view out of a dirty window from the comfortable bed I had made for myself in the bathtub. “I haven’t showered since last year!” I thought to myself, and made my way out in to the kitchen in a fittingly thirsty fit.
The countdown itself was very unscientific - a refrain of champagne-breathed teenagers started randomly counting, much too loud for anyone to hear me say that I didn’t believe them. The ninth girl to ever kiss me stepped right in front of me somewhere between two and one second before January, and I remember blocking her tongue with my cavity-free whites.
The countdown itself was very unscientific - a refrain of champagne-breathed teenagers started randomly counting, much too loud for anyone to hear me say that I didn’t believe them. The ninth girl to ever kiss me stepped right in front of me somewhere between two and one second before January, and I remember blocking her tongue with my cavity-free whites.