The Slob

by Aron Beauregard

In retrospect, all the signs were there. I just gave him (and the world) too much credit I suppose. 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.

Whether we like to admit it or not, girls always look for a little piece of their father in the men they seek.