Or, Three Reasons Not To Eat Salami Pizza Just Before Bed
MAN sits on the floor center stage. He is dressed in children’s clothes and a beach towel, which is tied around the neck like a cape.
I will not fail. I can not fail. It is my Destiny.
“Rock n’ Roll. What a gyp, huh? I bet they won’t even remember our names next week.”
I don’t bother trying to find myself. Not anymore.
I haven’t told her about the missing toes. I just keep my socks on when we’re making love. When she asked about it, I told her it’s something the men in my family do just in case there’s a fire mid-coitus and I have to run outside. She laughed.
Thank god, she laughed.
I passed by that old phone booth on my way to work today. You know the one.
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