bookfairyfox:

kimyugwon:

*male writer voice* i don’t remember her name. it’s not important. i met her at a record store and she went home with me because i offered to buy her cigarettes. she had amazing perky breasts. we drank cheap whiskey and had sex three times that night and then she told me she wanted to be a dragonfly because they were free. i slept with her many times after that. but one day she stopped returning my calls and i don’t know why. that was seven years ago. on monday she got hit by a bus and died. i saw it in the newspaper so i went to her funeral and it made me sad. i don’t know why. i hate my mother even though she pays my rent while i write poetry about masturbating in the shower

Alternatively…

*female voice*

I met him while I was looking for a Beatles album, but I was in the wrong section, the one where men trying to be deep hang out to look soulful. He stood in the middle of the aisle, blocking traffic and when I asked him to move so I could get by, he leered at me and offered my tits a pack of cigarettes. His watch said he had no money whatsoever but he liked expensive things. His shoes said he lived with his mother. I didn’t answer long enough for him to get uncomfortable but when I did, I smiled at his hairline and said yes. The cigarettes were cheap and he inhaled too sharply and coughed on the smoke, trying to pass it off as a tickle in his throat. 

He asked me to come back to his place and bought a bottle of whiskey with a torn label that he’d pulled from the store’s bottom shelf. He argued with the clerk until she took a dollar off the price for ‘damaged goods’ and smiled the whole time like he thought he was charming her. I said all the usual bullshit that men want to hear and had a few rounds of mediocre sex. I left my number on his dresser and he called at least once a week for me to come by another time. I suffered though lackluster fucking to slip pieces of paper from his apartment. When the first credit card in his name came through, I stopped calling back. 

A year ago I gave my ID and all the cash I had on me to a sweet girl who worked the corner of 5th and Sunset. Last Monday she got hit by a bus. I attended my own funeral with a one-way ticket to Maui in my pocket. It’s amazing, the things you can get on credit.