The Dysfunction Of Little Walter's Mouse
I was telling Bernadette about a little accident I almost had this morning. It was a thing I won't tell you, to save you from embarrassment. It was a thing that in the telling of to Bernadette suggests that there are some steps on the road to intimacy one might be better stepping around.
There are times when circumstances allow only that you remain mute or if prodded to speak be crude.
All our tales are not pretty ones. There is limited time budgeted for your life as a superhero. We cannot always be free from mundane worries and unpredictable body functions. Find a day when you look in the mirror and looking back is not a total loser, and take a picture. Put the picture in an album and believe that the album represents a locked reality. Believe this as long as you can.
Medicate if there is no alternative.
She said tell me again why it is you must go in person to pay the cable bill?
At this point in time I have a single goal and that goal is one sentence.
All the other words are blocks supporting the one sentence trophy.
She only pretends to be jealous to make me feel better about my own jealousy.
You going down there to see that cable lady?
I wrote back the first couple of lines to Me and Mrs. Jones but replaced Jones with counter- person.
I waited for her to make out the two receipts and listened to her discuss with her co-worker the problems with Little Walter's mouse and that's all there is to this.
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