there was so much iron in the water that it would leave a brownish hue on the sink if it wasn't wiped off. this wasn't strange. there were plenty of times that i would get up in the middle of the night to take a piss and there would be water all over the place. don would always go in the bathroom, turn on the fan and turn on the sink. i don't know what the fuck he was doing in there but i do remember many a night where i would fall asleep to that sound.
well this was just another one of those times, it just wasn't at night and i wasn't around. he was in there washing his face or nervously peeing or taking a shit or beating off. i don't know, didn't usually care. the fact is that i knew he had been home. this time was a little different though. in the garbage next to the vanity was a pair of pink panties, quite soaked in something. i looked in the shower real quick. i saw don's back brush hanging there. i fished it off of the neck of the shower head and scooped the panties out of the garbage. they were sandy's, that broad that lived above me. the pink pair of satin panties that i saw in the laundry a few days before. i knew they were the same cuz they were big and they said bloomers across the ass of them. there was water (i think) all over them. they were soaked. what a fucking weirdo. i get it, panties are kinda hot. but you don't have to cut a hole in them (for whatever reason i can't begin to imagine...i'm sure you can't either). how do you address that shit? do you address it? i just put the huge ass panties back in the garbage. fuck it. what next?
i lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the tub. there was a stereo in the bathroom. i had a mix tape from some chick i don't remember what her name was. holy shit did she have bad back acne. it was sick. i mean, damn... super fly in the face but that poor poor back of hers. she was real self conscious about. guess i don't blame her. what the fuck was her name? shit... anyhow, i pressed play. that grant lee buffalo song "mockingbird" was on. i always loved that song. i think that like five chicks put that on mixes for me. i'm not gonna lie and say that i never did the same thing. broads panties get wet as hell over that shit. that dude sings high as hell. like wicked bono high but like one register up. like a male soprano. i worked with a gay hairlipped dude that had a super high voice. he kind of looked like sloth in the goonies. he sang destiny's child songs like he was fucking beyonce. he meant that shit too. quite a sight really. i put my head in my hands and took a drag. i could feel how greasy my hair was. i needed a shower pretty bad. the smell of my jeans wasn't helping my cause either. i had to work in an hour and a half. i was cooking. it didn't matter if i stunk. the customers couldn't see me anyway. my clothes were dirty. i didn't have clean socks. taking a shower and putting on dirty socks blows ass.
well this was just another one of those times, it just wasn't at night and i wasn't around. he was in there washing his face or nervously peeing or taking a shit or beating off. i don't know, didn't usually care. the fact is that i knew he had been home. this time was a little different though. in the garbage next to the vanity was a pair of pink panties, quite soaked in something. i looked in the shower real quick. i saw don's back brush hanging there. i fished it off of the neck of the shower head and scooped the panties out of the garbage. they were sandy's, that broad that lived above me. the pink pair of satin panties that i saw in the laundry a few days before. i knew they were the same cuz they were big and they said bloomers across the ass of them. there was water (i think) all over them. they were soaked. what a fucking weirdo. i get it, panties are kinda hot. but you don't have to cut a hole in them (for whatever reason i can't begin to imagine...i'm sure you can't either). how do you address that shit? do you address it? i just put the huge ass panties back in the garbage. fuck it. what next?
i lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the tub. there was a stereo in the bathroom. i had a mix tape from some chick i don't remember what her name was. holy shit did she have bad back acne. it was sick. i mean, damn... super fly in the face but that poor poor back of hers. she was real self conscious about. guess i don't blame her. what the fuck was her name? shit... anyhow, i pressed play. that grant lee buffalo song "mockingbird" was on. i always loved that song. i think that like five chicks put that on mixes for me. i'm not gonna lie and say that i never did the same thing. broads panties get wet as hell over that shit. that dude sings high as hell. like wicked bono high but like one register up. like a male soprano. i worked with a gay hairlipped dude that had a super high voice. he kind of looked like sloth in the goonies. he sang destiny's child songs like he was fucking beyonce. he meant that shit too. quite a sight really. i put my head in my hands and took a drag. i could feel how greasy my hair was. i needed a shower pretty bad. the smell of my jeans wasn't helping my cause either. i had to work in an hour and a half. i was cooking. it didn't matter if i stunk. the customers couldn't see me anyway. my clothes were dirty. i didn't have clean socks. taking a shower and putting on dirty socks blows ass.
