What I write when I haven’t had much to eat all day
My birthday was this weekend. As the party wound down, we had two options: go to the strip club or Scrabble. I don’t like to brag, but I scored that night. Triple word score, that is! I got gonorrhea. On the board, that is! I call my dick “the board.” Scrabble is the name of a local whorehouse, called that because the pimp who runs said house o’ prostitution’s favorite phrase is, “don’t hate the playa, hate the game.” My birthday really was this weekend though.
I turned five.
