My best worst friend
World’s gone mad, you know. I said this to my best worst friend.
He replied, shouting over the howl of a vacuum cleaner, which he
rudely started when I was in mid-sentence.
“Just accept that you’re going to get old in servitude.”
I laughed, how could you not at this horrible truth, saying
“I’ve just got to get through this year.”
He’s slamming the vacuum cleaner around the room.
“Let me know if you need help cutting your wrists.” he says.
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© Brentley 2011
