Normally my mom and I chat every Sunday. Nothing too serious, you know catch up, gossip, whatever. However, last week I just couldn’t quite bring myself to answer her phone call. There’s just some thing not right about waking up at two in the afternoon next to the dude you’re fucking sprawled out hairy ass up, to that call. I mean what did I really have to say at that moment?
-Hey mom what’s up
- Oh you know, just waking up
-Yeah, it’s 2pm
- What did I do this week? Let’s see…hmm, got wasted every night, snorted a shit load of coke, and fucked three dudes. What about you??
I mean my mom and I are tight, but shit!
