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Jay Happened

The only thing standing betweendrunk was a naked four-year-old

He washis little penis in the air, staring at it, slee He was also standing just inside the door, and I was standing on the doorstep, a full bottle of whiskey needing to be drank, and he wouldn’t let me in

“Heya, Bud”

More laughing

He clapped

He was shaking his little hips as if it were the first time he’d learned how to shake those hips

“Bud”

That was actually his name

“What?”

I nodded to the doorhandle “Let me in”

“No” He hit the lock—shit, rabbed for the handle, anyway?—and took off running

Crap

I had a bulging backpack onfrom one of my arms, the same one I had my coffee in My other free hand held the whiskey I knew s were filled with rab in a desperate speed-round of packing

I went so fast If there was a speed packing race, I could’ve been a contender

Not a winner, a contender After all, I was realistic about my abilities

Thedark hair

Jay used to whisper how he liked to twine it in his hands when he—nope Not going there

But this was ist side Middle of the road So safe No risks in life Not great at anything, but not bad at anything either

Even leaving my boyfriend, I half-assed it I took what I could, and bolted

And I threw a fork

I should’ve thrown a knife At least a knife? Why not go totally lairl A fork non-energist energist

My car was full of blankets, what bathroorab, and all irl still needed to finish two courses before I had a bachelor’s in communications What I planned to do with that? I hadn’t a clue See my theme here

I barely knehat I was going to do past tomorrow, so the future was totally up in the air

I was not, what someone would call, a planner

Who are those people?

They’re a species I’ll never understand

I tried hitting the doorbell with my elbow

Nothing I chafed against the wall instead

I tried a second time