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150 pages, Paperback
First published August 11, 2015
I was the best drunk driver in the world. I’d been doing it for years. One morning Sarah came home from work and went back to bed. I tucked her in tight and kissed her forehead and told her not to worry about a thing. I told her to drift off to dreamland and not worry about her night shift and everything would be better when she woke up.
Sarah said, “Telling me that my mouth looks like a scrunched up butthole is probably not the best way to cheer me up.” She told me to never use the word butthole in association with her face again.