"If you want the soda, you have to take photos of me." Sounds easy enough, you think until he starts taking off his clothes. Thirty minutes later you're at home in front of the computer with a chilled Mountain Dew beside you. Though you should be happy, you can't seem to think anymore. The world seems dark and you feel empty inside. How much is innocence worth and is there anyway to get it back?
Was it worth it?
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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