I waved across the eatery and moved over. ‘How goes?’ I asked, placing my cutlery down. ‘Better ever since they drained my colostomy pouch.’
Fifteen minutes before sleep, an insomniac texts himself a record of the day in 140 characters or less.
by antoni.us
I waved across the eatery and moved over. ‘How goes?’ I asked, placing my cutlery down. ‘Better ever since they drained my colostomy pouch.’
