I hoped to cajole her into thinking that the sound of running water wasn't there for the sole purpose of tossing a toaster into it, but it wasn't of much help. She's too smart, or at least wants others to think so by enrolling in philosophy classes. When I'm drunk in the club I can be a philosopher too, I though to myself - that must be why she's now over in my two bedroom on Hollywood and Vine, half naked and boringly chewing on a slice of pizza that has turned cold. I couldn't help but murmur to myself the word "pathetic" - which took a while due to the high level of hell in my system - when she told me she was falling in love, a word which no loner exists on Urban Dictionary because millennials don't feel that sh*t. But she's 30, so that must be why. If she's so smart why can't she figure out she likes the man in the mirror and not the one beneath my flesh and bones? Oh well, at least she's aware that skin is the biggest organ. At least I'm aware it's also the biggest lie.
Redactor: Sofia Scarlat
Foto: Sofia Scarlat