The Beginning Of The End
It's dark outside and it's late. My shirt is wet, but only because I tried to clean it earlier. I'm not quite sure where the stain came from in the first place, but it's there just the same, just as I saw it as I stared at myself in the mirror a few minutes ago.
And I know this isn't good.
And my collar is open and my brown shirt is damp just over my right breast and I know that I won't be getting much sleep tonight.
And I know this isn't good.
And my collar is open and my brown shirt is damp just over my right breast and I know that I won't be getting much sleep tonight.
posted by la.barabbas at 10:01 PM
2 Comments:
Um, what does having a wet shirt have to do with the amount of sleep you'll get? Were you planning on sleeping in your clothes?
Perhaps he's planning on having a wet T-shirt contest. Albeit, it's a bit cold for a wet T-shirt here in Fleaflicker, but you never know when it comes to LA Barabbas. He's "funny" that way.
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