A few days ago I wrote a story about Bonerman. A Blockbuster clerk who came to our weekly dinner, and did everything with a boner–making dinner feel more like an ’80s porno from Hell. The day after I made that post I was grocery shopping for dinner, then I went to catch the bus. As I’m rushing towards my stop, who should lean out, with a, “Hi Rex! Good to see you!”-Bonerman.
It was dinnertime, it’s dark, busy, cold as hell. I have different glasses, and 80% of my head was covered. I haven’t seen this guy in so long, I don’t remember his real name. You should of seen my face–headlights in deer. Be careful about what you go throwing into the universe, it may come back to taunt you.