Life on the inside....from the book FAKE NEWS
. . . I FINALLY got tired of sleeping crooked necked in the
wheelchair and slobbering all down my new smock, so I let "Tourette
Dude" wheel me down to my room...I liked him...he screamed "SHIT
COCKSUCKER!" at the top of his lungs a lot, but he always had cigarettes
and would always gave me his chocolate pudding.
WHEN I’d pass out in the wheelchair, he was happy
chauffeuring me around, up and down the halls, my thorazine generating a
constant stream of drool . . . leaving a shiny trail
on the carpet like a slug, wherever we rolled . . .
from the bestselling new book FAKE NEWS...available on Amazon http://a.co/ctBGQiF
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