wednesday, march 14

From: Brigitte
Subject: Birthday cake gone wrong

Our Reservations Manager’s birthday is today. They had cake for him. I had a piece when I got back upstairs. I was eating and started crunching a huge piece of candy. Funny, it tasted like terrible candy, almost like a crayon. What the hell. I was eating a melted candle. How did I know? Because I stopped chewing when I found the top part with the wick.

Published by <span class='p-author h-card'>Andy</span>

Gay Hoosier Taurus INFJ ex-playwright pianist gymbunny published author in San Francisco.