loaded totchos

        If
          an
            air­line
                in­sists
                        on
                                        sit­ting
                                                                        me
                                next
                                       to the lit­er­al dev­il in tod­dler form
                                       scream­ing at Mari­ah Carey’s pitch
                                at
                                400,000 db

the en­tire flight
with­out warn­ing

                        the least
                                                they
                                    could
                            do
                                       is roll that booze cart by more than once.
 
 

‘Where do you live?’
‘Om­a­ha, Ne­bras­ka.’
‘That sounds aw­ful.’
‘Well, it’s no Paris.’
‘So you live on a farm?’
‘Nope. Omaha’s a city.’
‘Oh! So are you from there?’
‘No.’
‘So then why do you live there?’
‘How much is your rent?’
‘What?’
‘How much is your rent?’
‘I pay $3,300 for a two bed­room apart­ment.’
‘I pay $680 for a six bed­room house.’
‘Holy shit re­al­ly?!!!’
‘Yep. That’s why I live there.’
‘That makes sense.’

            Yeah most days I’m like ‘wait why am I still here?’

            Then I buy some­thing and

I’m like, ‘oh yeah.’

—na­tal­ie michelle

Flom­mist Na­tal­ie Michelle does­n’t have a bio. She just rants. Copy­right © 2017 Na­tal­ie Michelle. Foto by mehal­lo.

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