Posted: August 22, 2012 in otiose


“Tom! Open the door!”


Who the fuck is Tom?

Leaving for work way too early in the morning to be even remotely happy about it, I met Tom; a shirtless old man with crumbling teeth and thinning hair. He walked with a cane and talked about his sister…although I hadn’t asked.

Yeah, Tom not only woke me up in the middle of the night by failing to open the door for whoever the fuck wanted in at that obscene hour, he also made me late for work.

Oh well. Now I know who the fuck Tom is.

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