But that's when it happened. The call. The call from my favorite pale friend from NY.. Ajai.
Actually, I called him. But I like to trick my subconscious into thinking otherwise because the reality of having no friends is just too painful.
So he called me.
We chatted.. we laughed.. we told mean jokes.. he cried.
But in the end I found comfort in remembering the funny things about myself. Cause I find comfort in comedy. Just as I find comfort in Ajai's mom herself. or should I say "cum"fort.
That's terrible. I shouldn't joke like that. His mom is already in her 3rd trimester with my baby

My mind is slower. I need sleep. I'm dying.. slowly. or is that my sense of humour?
Anil is gone. Ajai is gone. Jaime is gone. Justin has Herpes. and there is an amber alert out for Sunil. I wish I could step into someone else's shoes for a little bit. crash some weddings. I've never done that. I sorta walked thru this teeny bopper party at the clubhouse of my friend's neighborhood. It was really quick. I was just in and out. sorta like with Ajai's mom. except I "came outside" of the clubhouse. and I didn't leave with a rash.
Anyways, I got to go watch a boring movie. I'll see you in another 8 months. and 15 pounds heavier.
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