"Scream for your friend!" The words were as stale as the crust on the back tag of his underwear. He was about 41 at the time. Limber, but aged like the old oak that his dad built a treehouse in back when Paul was 13. Oh, Paul. Whatever happened to Paul????

"Scream for your friend!" The words were as stale as the crust on the back tag of his underwear. He was about 41 at the time. Limber, but aged like the old oak that his dad built a treehouse in back when Paul was 13. Oh, Paul. Whatever happened to Paul????

I Was a Teenage Mortician

I smoke a joint on my couch and talk to myself. That's it. Don't look for any deeper meaning or anything. Is this content? I don't know. I will not acknowledge this if you bring it up. I will pretend like I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just let it be. Ok, I'll talk to you later. I hope you're doing better.

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I Was a Teenage Mortician

I Was a Teenage Mortician