growing up
when i was young, sometimes, i'd eat fruit in the car. and having no garbage can and getting tired of holding the peach pit/apple core/banana peel in my hand, i'd give it to my mom to hold. and i always thought she was amazing because she'd hold other people's gross saliva-y masticated garbage. it'll come with having children, she told me. well, i think i've had a kid somewhere and not known it because i've stuck my hands in all sorts of disgusting things at the club. just imagine, fishing rock glasses out of other people's drunken crap. not literally crap, but a smorgasbord of food, cigarette butts and ashes, spit, backwash, leftover liquor, beer, water, juice, milk and god knows what else. eew.