We May Be Like Fish at Wigleaf

“They bring me my lunch at 11:00, which is too goddamn early. They think because we’re old fucks we can’t wait until a decent hour. Then they bring us snacks in the afternoon, like we’re toddlers. I tell that nurse with the cornrows, I understand it’s an easy mistake to make, since we’re all shitting in our pants. She always laughs. Oh, Mrs. Novak, you a trip…”

Read it AND my postcard here.

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