I woke up with a thin bump on the back of my head from making out in a pick-up truck - head against the window rolled half-way down - in an abandoned lot. I sat on a porch, in the sun, injured by an event leading up to sex in a hospice bed.
My ex-boyfriend asks me to draw a tasteful nude to send to his wanna-be beau. That, or rabbits fucking in a quicksand pit.
