Little Brother,
I was just soaking in a longish hot tub meditating on the two images you proffered. I detached myself from the juxtaposition, the narrative, I floated above and looked down. And this is what I saw.
That guy’s from Webster Groves, right? I went to U. City. You know what people at U. City High think about Webster Groves? (I mean, even the name, gag me with a spoon.) Pussies. They’re all a bunch of fucking pussies.
Ask Steven Dixon, a real St. Louis writer. He’ll back me up, I’m confident.
Little Brother,
I was just soaking in a longish hot tub meditating on the two images you proffered. I detached myself from the juxtaposition, the narrative, I floated above and looked down. And this is what I saw.
That guy’s from Webster Groves, right? I went to U. City. You know what people at U. City High think about Webster Groves? (I mean, even the name, gag me with a spoon.) Pussies. They’re all a bunch of fucking pussies.
Ask Steven Dixon, a real St. Louis writer. He’ll back me up, I’m confident.