so chris walks out of the bathroom.
he looks at me with his hair a mess...
he hasn't shaved in over a week and is wearing a homestar runner tshirt and a pair of jeans.
and a black hat.
he states:
"i look like a strung out junkie"
i look back at him.
i nod.
i reply:
"you really do."
he takes off the cap... and throws it at me.
it hits me directly in my left eye.
it starts tearing.
i'm not crying... but the bill of a hat just hit me in the eye.
not the eyelid...
the eye.
inside.
the white gooey part.
perhaps the only fight of evAr in which both parties agreed on the matter at hand...
and still one walks out with a black eye.
it's getting more swollen by the minute.
