Jun
23
In any event, it was the voyeuristic pleasure I couldn’t really wean myself off of. The shaggy-dog conversation over the duck meat that was falling off the bones trailed off. ”There she is,” the boy said, and to be honest - we were awkward at holding this conversation, like a newborn baby and us unsure parents. We were both overly eager - interrupting each other. I am totally fucked, I thought. It was an addiction forming.
