doggie baggage

I already know what I already see.
And you know what’s more,

You know I gotta be there for you.

Missed the candles.

But Diane, Bub, I swear.
Your mother.
Sometimes her glare comes with me.

She doesn’t get how old you are.
I don’t want to get into it.
I figure you don’t either.
We’re eating.

Bub talks.

She’s just a huge bitch, bub.

It’s just a general badness
about her. A neediness.
She sucks energy.

“Now that’s some
caluchiatry man music,
I think we can all get down to.”

Sips his root beer.



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