Today I had lunch at the burrito bar with a few people. We got our burritos, and took the table next to the rack with all of the hot sauce, napkins, and silverware. About fifteen minutes into my lunch (the burritos are huge) a college students walks in, gets in line. I don’t take much notice, because someone is telling a funny story.
So, sometime later this same college student has made his way over to the hot sauce rack with his freshly rolled burrito. It is then that I really take notice of him.
He was wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, and a pair of levis that were falling down around his hips, you know, the way the kids used to wear them, drooped. Except the problem was that the guy wasn’t wearing any underwear. Nothing. Nada. His pale but phenomenally hairy ass was hanging out of his pants for everyone to see. And I mean everyone; kids, old ladies, me. It was an equal opportunity horror. He was shaking his shit around like it was happy hour and we were in some tropic locale. It amazes me that he didn’t feel the cold air caressing his exposed cheeks, but now that I think back, maybe he didn’t notice because his exposed parts were completely covered in coarse, thick ass-hair. Or maybe he did notice, which is even more disturbing.
Suffice it to say that I didn’t finish my lunch. Jesus Christ. I wish I had taken my camera.
Hang on tightly, let go lightly.
About Me
- porfiry
- The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.