One Mo' Time

Snack Time

He just stood there in his ill-fitting pants and cheap white shirt, contemplating the object now pinched between the dirty nails of his forefinger and thumb.

Its shape seemed pleasing to him. The texture, an apparent delight as he began to roll it between his fingers. Hmmm, so delighted that he sniffed it, then raised it to his lips. In one swift move, he popped the piece of skin retrieved from this large, open zit on his right cheek into his mouth, chewing it to bits with his front teeth. I clutched at my sweater and turned away -- a disgusted look on my face.

You know, more and more, people are just grossing me out. I must make a mental note to stop looking at them.

posted by La Cabeza Grande @ 7:30 PM