kenyon

The truth is, I'm a little unsteady. A little symptomatic of the snowdrifts outside. And each evergreen willful and pressing as a terrible debt. I try to shed the guilt but lose my clothing every time, instead. And then you run into your estranged mother at the pharmacy. She holds your hands and cries that she misses you, but what about the comic element. The latest round of naked pictures just this second getting burned to a CD behind the photolab counter. The photo guy has taped paper over the computer screen to obscure the thumbnails, which just makes customers more curious. You steer your mother away from this. She drifts off into the aisle, and photo guy leans over the counter, I gotta ask, for fun or profit?. The woman beside you snickers. This is all so unprofessional. My mother is here, you hiss back. And then, after a pause, Both. The woman beside you, her smile clouds right over. My mother is gone, though I can never lose her. I send her an antique valentine. As I seal the envelope, my entire right side grows weak. I shouldn't be surprised, it was in the forecast. There are vast holes in your knowledge, my lover told me when I was seventeen, from across the chess board at Fellini's. But what you do know, you know.

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Hugh Laurie the British actor is the thinking womans sex symbol. - Entertainment Weekly