Night Out
Man getting ready for night out:
Run across shower.
Spray deodorant.
Howl at underarm chill.
Repeat on other side.
Howl again.
Yell“Aren’t you ready yet??”
Man getting ready for night out:
Run across shower.
Spray deodorant.
Howl at underarm chill.
Repeat on other side.
Howl again.
Yell“Aren’t you ready yet??”
A short story about the fads of belief and authenticity and the law. And uh, beauty.
It’s the ultimate rejection of everything India thinks about dark women.
“You guys seem so close! Are you really just friends?”
Just friends. What does that even mean?
When a woman lies about her age, is she being numerically challenged or are the people who believe her?
There comes a point when you have to act like the person who left you will never come back. It’s essential to accept it in order to seek healing. But at some point, you must also ask yourself that if they do return, whether you’ll take them back. That’ll tell…
As we walked in through the glass door, the security guard gave me a perfunctory look-over. Then proceeded to pat my dad down, the full hands on treatment.