A Frat Boy Wants His Mom
“That’s not a shirley temple, that’s noseblood and white klaw.”
“That’s not a shirley temple, that’s noseblood and white klaw.”
Brandon hit his head on the disco ball and is bleeding into the kitchen sink and Mandy and Tabitha are holding him up. He’s fainting because he has hemophobia.
Seth, Mandy’s partner, has a terrible nosebleed. He’s leaning over the toilet. Some of the noseblood got into Alejandro’s seltzer-and-vodka and he drank some before I could tell him.
Sharice, I want my mom. Overwhelmed by EDM and neon and blood and anxiety I shamelessly, unironically think about my mother.
Sharice, I’m getting soft. Come pick me up.
About the Creator
Eric Dovigi
I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.
Twitter: @DovigiEric
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
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