9:59pm text:
r: still awake?
j: yes. everything alright?
r: am in alley with a drink and a hug if you’d like one or both
i took both
and then we sat outside and i spilled my guts
kinda like this part in the goonies
Fratelli: Tell us everything! Everything!
Chunk: Everything. OK! I’ll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog… When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out… But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
and then some woman from the top floor of the building next door stuck her head out the window and told us to shut up and i really wanted to say “oh! feck off, you skank” but instead i mumbled something under my breath that was equally insulting but not nearly as threatening.
still. skank or no skank… it was exactly what i needed last night.
thanks, r.
guts spilled
carrying on
