The Slob

by Aron Beauregard

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 had started to feel like I’d become part of the gossip that people didn’t believe could happen to them. The dreadful things that happened in the world that were always in another state or another town. Except, now, they’d found me. The evil had materialized and sought me out.

I always, always, always say this. Everyone says 'not me' until it is you. It's scary out there.