02.18.02 - 1:23 pm

somewhere deep inside the town of wilsonville, there is a man wearing large black glasses. he walks uncomfortably. his arms hang like string at his sides. he speaks without saying a word. his body language. his face. his eyes hidden behind tinted glass.

"go ahead, try it...i dare you....."

coincidently, mere yards away, there are two boys who call each other up, and listen to each other defecate.

"i shit often," brian retortes.

yesterday i laughed so hard i was exausted.