Published in JANE
"How much longer are you going to lie in that, dude?" Five months ago, the voice of the girl I'd hooked up with startled me from a drunken sleep. I can hardly bear the thought of her shaking my soggy, lifeless body, then glowering at me from the sliver of dry bed near the wall. As my Jack Daniels haze dissipated, I watched her race out of my apartment huffing, "Somebody needs to be potty-trained." (Read More... Link Coming Soon)
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