A Tale of 7/26
In a sept-place (aka sweat place, teeheehee) ride to Tamba, I sat in the way back learning Jaxonke from a girl while Daniel (my neighbor) sat in front of us (he won rock-paper-scissors). We fell asleep. I woke up to the girl vomitting all over: the seat, my foot, the floor, and best of all, the back of Daniel’s head. In fact, most of it landed there. The best part, though, is that he didn’t wake up! I got to have a little giggle and sadistic pleasure in poking a clean spot on his back and waking him up with the news. He took it suspiciously well.
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