How Hard Can It Be?
“I’d already run into three fornicating statues in the foyer while trying to find my way back to the icky pink office. Forgetting my cell phone had been stupid and inconvenient. I considered leaving it at the mansion overnight, but my parents might call. If I didn’t answer, they’d drive to my apartment and find out I had moved. I had no energy to deal with that fallout.
Cecil and the gals had made Shirley Temples to celebrate the completion of Pirate Dave and His Randy Adventures. Turned out Pop...py Harriet was a recovering alcoholic. Well, she wasn’t . . . Walter Garski was. We got pretty rowdy and Cecil actually told three jokes. They weren’t funny, but we laughed anyway. He’d come so far out of his shell, we’d do anything to keep him there.
“Motherfucker,” I whispered, nailing my shin on someone’s cement butt. It was creepy in there at night. I wondered where Evangeline was and prayed I wouldn’t run into her.
I quickly grabbed my phone from the office and made my way back to the fuck-foyer.MoreLess
Cecil and the gals had made Shirley Temples to celebrate the completion of Pirate Dave and His Randy Adventures. Turned out Pop...py Harriet was a recovering alcoholic. Well, she wasn’t . . . Walter Garski was. We got pretty rowdy and Cecil actually told three jokes. They weren’t funny, but we laughed anyway. He’d come so far out of his shell, we’d do anything to keep him there.
“Motherfucker,” I whispered, nailing my shin on someone’s cement butt. It was creepy in there at night. I wondered where Evangeline was and prayed I wouldn’t run into her.
I quickly grabbed my phone from the office and made my way back to the fuck-foyer.MoreLess
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