My second grade teacher told me I was adopted. I was and did not know it up until then.
4. “Someone has it worse than you.”
It was his teeth that did me in. Perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth.
Lets be serious; is there anything worse?
Sometimes I’m going to eat your food. Sometimes you’re going to eat mine.
I thought I knew who I was: unequivocally cynical. And, from the looks of it, T-Swift was the opposite.
9. I specifically told the bartender that what I wanted was a plain beer and what I did not want was any trouble.
What are we even doing? I want to ask you. But I can’t even do that because it would break this spell we’ve woven around ourselves. Nothing is going on, because nothing is going on.
There have been plenty of times where you’ve called me, drunk, at some ungodly hour. You’ve told me that you want me, that you need me, that you miss me.
Now it’s nighttime and the tall-boot girls pop out of the dark doorways like it’s a shooting range—except they aren’t cardboard cutouts and I don’t have a gun—as I go up Hooker Hill. They go “woo, woo! Hey!” Just last week a U.S. soldier was arrested for trying to burn down one of the brothels when the deal went bad.