Junior Mance - The Junior Mance Touch - Tin Tin Deo
[ contrarians ]
he has a shirt and matching hat for every holiday, today its st. patrick’s day. later he’ll drink only three beers, pounding the first one to feel included, nurse the second one, slowly altering the shape of the can so that nobody notices that he is only on his second beer. then he’ll pause and fill a red plastic cup with coke and ice and talk about how whiskey always gets him fucked up the way he likes, but really it will just be coke or pepsi and some shitty ice. his third beer will be the one he doesn’t really want to have because it will just make him have to pee, and by then the bathroom will be fucked and he’ll get in there and feel like he has to vomit, not because of drinking of course, but because he hates the smell of party piss, the smell makes him have to hold his breathe, but the drinking piss takes a lot longer and holding his breathe doesn’t work and eventually he has to breathe again, breathe in that rank smell, causing him to gag, and almost vomit. / she laughs even when she doesn’t think it’s funny. she can’t help it. she is beautiful / he has a flag on his back / she had two hickeys - one on each side of her throat. the kind that when they were being made were probably applied with a kind of pressure that made it difficult for her to breathe. she’s half russian and half puerto rican. and her baseball cap reminds them that she doesn’t take shit / coffee sweats, and fever dreams, and thinking about someone you don’t want to be thinking about and the thinning of memories and making up shit that gets added to the stories you tell because you can’t remember if you are mixing stories together or remembering incorrectly or maybe…..