this morning #599.

this morning, spaciously spread out like a blair witch stick man, he was clearly the king of his queen-sized bed. it felt good to take up as much space as possible after he’d been made to feel so small the previous evening. who did that random chick think she was? all he’d done was try to make conversation, get to know her. the only things he got to know about her were that she had serious attitude & that she wasn’t at all interested in shooting the shit with him. he also learned that he was a “bargain bin benecio del toro.” as he laid there, he knew that while this bed was big enough for two, until the right girl came along, he had to be man enough to fill it himself.