Take this one, for instance. Wearing a needlepoint skirt—or, rather, a faux needlepoint skirt: a cheap, synthetic skirt on which a needlepoint pattern has been printed, probably by a sweatshop worker in Indonesia or China or Sri Lanka. God forbid her fingers learn to do something useful like thread a needle and make a skirt. Those long, thin, hypocritical fingers, as comfortable holding a cigarette as they are wrapped around the handle of a stationary bike. Instead of turning the pages of a book, those fingers throw back a shot of whiskey (or tequila or vodka—whatever is available). Instead of modeling a diamond engagement ring, those fingers squeeze an undeserving stranger’s cock.
Man I write some weird stories. I like this one, though. Tonight I'm going to see Smith Westerns at Schubas. Exciting stuff. Hope you all have a good weekend!