With her naked face, she reminded me of me.
I have nothing to update about. So I'm leaving you all with an entertaining passage from a book I read recently. It amused me so very much.
"A man takes a shit on the Saint James Hotel steps.
I watch him do this from my car. I am at a stoplight on the Sunset Strip. It is midday. His pants are down around his ankles. The shit coils out of his ass and onto the steps. The pile is a light caramel colour. It is a cold day for L.A. and so his ass is pink and cheery. Like a baby's bottom. He has a beard, a moustache, and a full head of scruffy hair. He has empty bowels.
What gets me though is the smile on his face. It's genuine. A smile of pure satisfaction. He's not looking at anyone. He's not shitting on the steps of the posh Saint James Hotel for attention. Or fame. Or fortune. Or even political reasons, like fuck fancy hotels, or fuck the government for not providing the homeless with sanitation facilities and roofs over their heads. It's simpler. This man needed to take a shit. Right now." -Rachel Resnick
Enjoy.
"A man takes a shit on the Saint James Hotel steps.
I watch him do this from my car. I am at a stoplight on the Sunset Strip. It is midday. His pants are down around his ankles. The shit coils out of his ass and onto the steps. The pile is a light caramel colour. It is a cold day for L.A. and so his ass is pink and cheery. Like a baby's bottom. He has a beard, a moustache, and a full head of scruffy hair. He has empty bowels.
What gets me though is the smile on his face. It's genuine. A smile of pure satisfaction. He's not looking at anyone. He's not shitting on the steps of the posh Saint James Hotel for attention. Or fame. Or fortune. Or even political reasons, like fuck fancy hotels, or fuck the government for not providing the homeless with sanitation facilities and roofs over their heads. It's simpler. This man needed to take a shit. Right now." -Rachel Resnick
Enjoy.