Kind of a C-file, huh?
I was sitting on the toilet with a bindle on my knee. The keys were shaking in my hand. There was a crumpled piece of toilet paper between my feet. Suddenly a broom came under the stall door and swatted the piece of toilet paper. I looked up and saw a little brown janitor peering in between the door and the jam. He smiled at me. Then he pulled the toilet paper towards him, swept it into his dustpan and was gone. (more…)
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