My first and last confession
Every night I drive beside your window for an hour. I don't think you ever noticed but probably you did because my headlights were shining right in your bedroom. Maybe you're just a really deep sleeper. I'm also the one who took a dump in your yard. That's right, it wasn't a St. Bernard that did it like I told you. But damn , I'm not sure what felt better, the feeling I got when you believed my lie or the act of taking the dump itself. You tell me, honeybuns. You tell me.