a young man w pants down smokes a cigarette in a cramped bathroom
it is getting hot. i might as well undress here on the toilet. i might as well awkwardly juggle my cigarette as i attempt to take my longsleeve buttonup off my frame. i might as well ash on the floor. it is my bathroom, or it might as well be. it is hot in here.
i prop open a book in my other hand and squint to clarify. i squish my face together into a thought about reading. i begin to read. my asshole relaxes and i shit while reading. i take a drag.
the various instruments of personal care and hygiene amaze me. i shuffle some items around on the sink and aimlessly flit through the cabinet. i examine parts of my face in the naked mirror still holding cigarette. consider chain smoking because where is that damn box of matches. it's like that most of the time bumming lights with full packs. tangential almost friends in the darkness. but not now. now it is hot and I am taking my socks off with one hand. it is that hot.
i prop open a book in my other hand and squint to clarify. i squish my face together into a thought about reading. i begin to read. my asshole relaxes and i shit while reading. i take a drag.
the various instruments of personal care and hygiene amaze me. i shuffle some items around on the sink and aimlessly flit through the cabinet. i examine parts of my face in the naked mirror still holding cigarette. consider chain smoking because where is that damn box of matches. it's like that most of the time bumming lights with full packs. tangential almost friends in the darkness. but not now. now it is hot and I am taking my socks off with one hand. it is that hot.