this morning #308.

this morning, as he shed the byproducts of last night’s steak dinner, he thumbed through a copy of the december 2003 edition of maxim that had resided in every bathroom of every apartment he’d lived in for almost twenty years now. there was something familiar & comforting about looking at half-naked pictures of that girl from american pie whilst dropping a deuce, so he kept the magazine close. girlfriends had left him. pets had died. the oceans had risen. through it all, this early college relic remained. it would be with him for two surgeries, two breakups, a bout with sobriety & countless mets losses until a pipe burst one tragic winter, converting it into an unreadable pulpy mass.

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