You’ve really got to love how easy it is to be in the wrong place.
Did I mention I was a bit stoned?
Mom came outside and got me off the slide and did mouth-to-mouth, something she’d only ever saw on TV, until I started breathing again.
Suck the fucking up.
There I was having a mini-orgasm.
Then here comes this Amish kid, a teenager, maybe sixteen, maybe eighteen at the most.
This Amish kid, I knew he was used to hard work and noble deeds, like me. This shit was impossible.
Karie Anne would like us to know the following:
From the moment Karie Anne Watson came into this world, the universe has been trying to take her out of it—one body part at a time. To date, she’s lost a nipple, her ab wall, uterus, ovaries, and much more—but one thing Karie Anne’s still got is her mouth. And she plans to tell her story with it while she still can. When she’s not writing, you can find Karie Anne taking walks with her four-legged soul-mate Maggie. To hear more unbelievable tales of survival, contact Karie Anne at karieannewatson@gmail.com.
Thank you, Karie Anne!
