Thursday, January 29, 2015

A Memory

I was sixteen at a Chinese restaurant with my mentor at a round table. He ate sweet n' sour pork. I don't remember what I had.

"Teenage boys. You know what they think about most of the time?" he asked.

"What?"

"Boobs and butts."

"I know," I said. Why can't they care about my feelings? This is depressing.


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