A teenager at the shelter asked if I was a vampire.
At first I thought it was because I only work nights. It was explained later that it was her way of asking why I didn't look my age.
A few days later, I noticed gray hairs. Several of them.
I don't give a crap about aging. But I'm afraid of what will happen at the shelter when I can't make teenagers think I'm a vampire.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Today I am afraid I might shit my pants. I am not sure why I am afraid of that but the more I think about it - why shouldn't I be afraid of that? It would be humiliating. The only positive I can think of is that it would be warm but that would not go a long way to make up for the embarrassment that I would feel as I waddled out of this coffee shop. That is if I left. What if I just sat here? Yuck. Now all I can do is concentrate on not pooping. I am so scared right know.
Posted by jonathan at 4:27 PM