Like A booger
Sunday, March 30th, 2008I lay in the gutter feeling like booger just picked and flicked way, left in the road to be stuck on the bottom of someone’s shoe or smeared over the sidewalk.
I lay in the gutter. The water rolls over me like snot over a booger. It is like the bar has sneezed me out to the streets and will let me be sticky with my own mucus.