At the very least I should probably learn how to dance, right?
But I had bruising on my knees and thighs so I knew it wasn’t just a fever dream.
The Midwest is where dreams come to die.
The couches there had a white-spattered glow under black light from all the seed spilled upon them during “lap dances.”
It was either do this or end my life. I wanted to contribute to society again.
It was like living in fucking Groundhog Day except that I was naked and everyone had a boner.
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