December 2009
21 posts
DIG YOURSELF
Dig Yourself
(a short story)
I was the only guy who ever “got” her. That’s what she would pin on me after disrupted-dinner-plan fucking in our first month. We’d still use outside voices at subway stations as we trampled separate ways for eight hours of minimum wage in the second month, shouting “LOVE YOU, ASSHOLE!” and once, “I’m going to wipe this booger on your greasy visor if you don’t come...