The Next Right Thing

By Dan Barden

NextRightThing

“Do I know you?” I said.

“You should . Because assholes like you have been stepping on my feet and ramming pencils up my nose since before I knew what feet and pencils were. You’ve got a big fucking truck where your soul should be, and you want to drive it over someone, but you can’t because it’s encased in flesh and you would die if you tried. Fuck you, fuck you both.”

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