The Slob

by Aron Beauregard

My expression had become a metaphor for life. Its many ups and many downs entrenched

I thought projecting my good intentions onto others would act as a safeguard. But benevolence, charm, and charity will be of little help once you fall into the clutches of a heartless heathen.

You can’t change what cloth you’ve been cut from but you can at least try to wash it.

But that was life, sometimes you had to laugh, otherwise, you’d only cry.

I was looking at heaven, and it was in my Daniel’s eyes.

Aweeee

The last two days, I’d found myself in more rural areas and further out from the burbs.

Omg

He shut the door and began to lock it. Strangely, all the locks inside the door were key-operated. No wonder why it took him so long to open it up, I thought. It struck me as odd since I had never seen keyhole locks on the inside of the front door before. At the time, I understood I was confined but I still wasn’t uncomfortable.

Girl! That should have rang some warning bells, wtf

How could I have been so fucking stupid, why didn’t I listen to Daniel?

Exactly, even I saw it coming