He goes into the auditorium and doesn't care at all about what film it is playing because he has to concentrate on how to finish that gigantic jar of water.
He does it every time he goes to that theater knowing that his bladder will complain big time that night and that his eyes will swell up like two ping pong balls the second morning when he wakes up.
But he does it. And does it again.
Because he is secretly in love with the freckled brunette and he has a long romantic story prepared for her if she ever asks him why and it goes like this:
"Because I haven't cried in ten years and I would very much like to remember how it feels to have tears come out from my eyes and so I've gotta make sure that I have enough water in my body so it can spill you know spill meaning producing tears."
But she never does.
And so one day he finally gives up and orders a coke.
And she's like, no large water today?
He goes, no thank you.
She's like, cool why did you always order a large water anyways I have never sold a large water to anyone else here because you would think no one needs that much water in 2 hours.
And he swallows.
And he stares at her.
And he surrenders and goes, because I like you.
That very night she squeezes his hand so hard in bed that he starts crying. And his pathetic little story echoes in his head and he really wants to grab on to a large bottle of water.
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