The thing is, I was surprised the damn thing didn’t come alive and bite my nose off or something. What the hell had just happened? Why did I ask him that question? I didn’t even mean anything by it...it had just popped out of my big old stupid mouth. When would I ever learn to grow a freakin’ filter? Crap in a freakin' hat! I punched the pillow with my hand and plopped down with a puff. My belly was contorted up like a bunch of knots. Dad taught me to tie all these marine knots when I was young. He used to take me fishing on his boat. My stomach felt like that rope he used when he tied the boat off at the dock...all twisted around those cleats. There was no way I could sleep now so I threw off my covers and got out of bed. Shiz! Why can’t someone invent one of those cool time machines you see in the movies, because I’d like to have one right now. I’d turn it back thirty minutes and shut my stupid trap. My imagination was on fast forward with all sorts of scenarios Justin was most likely thinking right now.
