He caught me staring at him. I thought I had
turned away. But then, he smiled. He smiled looking
at me struggle with the bottles against my chest.
His smile was so beautiful. So polite. So complete.
So fulfilling. I felt inferior. It was as if he’d
had everything he’d ever asked for.
There was this girl. She lived near my place. My dad
had butt-fucked me one time when he caught me with her
picture in my wallet. So you get the idea. I liked her
a lot. Also, don’t get the wrong idea. My father is a
neat fellow. He does take the shit out of me, with his
words and boots. But not sexually.