Lena knew, as I did, that tonight was not the end of the world, but how cool is an end-of-the-world party? Say and do whatever you want. Huff gas, fuck, eat twelve pizzas, punch the shit out of a mailbox. So, in this spirit, Lena turned and walked up to this shirtless, sight-impaired guy sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam and bent over, put her butt in his face, and released a rather glorious, reverb-rich fart five inches from his sunglasses. And there it was: the fire of Lena, slightly different, dirty, silly, naughty, reborn. Everyone who saw this momentous application of butt wind applauded as
...more
