
June 7, 2016, 7 p.m.
June 7, 2016, 7 p.m.
2012, still
"I was going to talk about insecurity, but there's a cat sitting on your tombstone." He stares at the cat, but then he turns to the tombstone.
"Guess I'm still more insecure about my appearance than I thought." He ruffles his hair. "Kurt asked me not to wear gel. I don't like it. I know you never saw me with gel, since I started gelling my hair at Dalton.
But because of that you know how horrendous I look. Jesus, look at this." He pokes his hair. "Kurt likes it. He even called me Borat at prom, but why? Why do people like me?"
Let me tell you about this cat. I was writing the story when a cat appeared in our garden. The next day, she was there again. And the day after that, again! So I decided to put her in the story.