Justin Lacour

OPHELIA People complain I don’t know how to tell a story . . . like this one time, my first real girlfriend was pissed because we were both...
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Justin Lacour

One had a ketchup bottle, the other a bottle of mustard, and they were holding them, crotch-level, squirting long streaks of ketchup and mustard on the floor, while we clapped in unison.

Justin Lacour

slut, thug, doper, bitch, her voice never rising above a whisper. These words may make you uncomfortable.

Justin Lacour

I’m not saying we both wake to a darkness and go to bed each night knowing we’ll wake to the same darkness the next day. I’m not saying that.

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