It would be great now. I’m tired of this. I’m so… I’m hungry. I’m tried. I’m bored. I wonder…she’s hot. Might age poorly, definitely in her prime. Bacon ranch. His mind is like being at the bottom of a canyon, and someone is throwing rocks. I can dodge most of them, but it takes effort. Its constant and sometimes one surprises me. Alice had nicer breasts. No thought is final. Rickey Jones added, but they were probably fake. Just something she upgraded. I don’t remember them like that when we first met. I’m sure…. It stings every time. He knows. Rickey Jones knows that I’m a fake. But if this is what I am now, doesn’t that count for something? I’m still me aren’t I? “Miss Collins? Alice Collins?” I raised my hand and shuffled past the other applicants. A few didn’t bother to look up from their smart phones.
