Friday, September 20, 2013

The day I killed the basket and chewed a whole pack of gum.


“Hi,” I said with my mouth waded with gum. “I just stuff–ed an entire...–chew, chew–pack of gum into my–slurp, chew, chew–mouth.” We had a Skype date and the act just couldn’t wait. I was rushing home and I had to see if it would fit. I laughed and said, “Haven’t you ever­­–chew, slurp–wanted to see if you could chew an entire pack–slurp, slurp, chew­–of gum?”
“Well, yes, but I’ve never actually done it.”
“I only got half the–chew, chew, chew–sticks in my mouth and then I couldn’t–I take the entire wad out and show it to her–close my mouth.”
We laugh because sometimes if the desire strikes we just have to go and do it. We both know what that feels like–not to fulfill a desire. It hurts like hell and the whole worlds seems to be going all wrong.
“I just had to try,” I said after she finished laughing at me because I couldn’t talk with the wad in and it was running out of flavor fast.

On my way home I ran over a basket with my car. Sorry mom. 

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