The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

The galloping Robert Goulet

Eating is.

Odd.

I dipped my finger in warm sauce.

I’m not allowed hot food today but Dr. Sugarman said warm food was fine.

And so I need to test the temperature.

I bring it to my lips.

There are no upper teeth to block my finger.

No teeth to buffer the sauce back along my tongue.

Alien.

I do not like this.

Thursday can’t come soon enough.