Pepper: the story of jeans

by Peter Filak

I think it’s interesting though. I think it’s interesting that in some sense that that’s all happiness is, for surely if everyone were the freckle in the tar then there would be no tar—then we would all wish to be the tar bit in the freckles. If everyone were pyscho-drunk-cut-all-their-fingers-off-with-a-steak-knife-f*cked-up at the bar, then who in the f*ck would really think it interesting to put such a story in the news? If everyone wore a smile and you never saw even one cloud in the wink of all your days then who in the f*ck would be relieved by another? And it’s fun to twist and spit on the plot—fun to run the f*cking lawn mower through the fence and see how far it goes—fun to take your mattress outside and jump on it naked in the middle of the street—but oh my oh my if we didn’t make each other feel like a night cry in the murmur then we would have no reason to murder each other and oh my oh my what a pleasure it is to murder each other—what a pleasure it is for me to come home and cry—to stop crying and stop being such a pussy—to not stop stopping being such a pussy and fill-up a red-container with Mario’s juice and burn Uber to my feet—make them feel like me—make them lose the one-moment that feels to be the one that lasts—make them unmake them.

250 pages, Paperback

Published November 11, 2017

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