Razed Right
Predator Press
[LOBO]
Currently embroiled in my third divorce, I now feel I feel I am qualified to lecture comprehensively on the subject.
-The first strangely invigorating, thoroughly rude sensation, is that initial shower blast.
Hanging from the showerhead, the 80’s songs you propped yourself up with last night thunder in your skull. You fumble for the hairy bar of soap as a weird mix of “Safari” perfume, WD-40, glitter, and some bent tricycle spokes cyclone helplessly down the drain.
Toweling off, you curse whoever made you this coffee. They fucked it up entirely- it’s either too strong or too weak.
In an impotent rage, you realize you made this coffee yourself.
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