No shit, I knew a batshit crazy MFer who had taped a pillowcase to the dashboard because the glove box door was missing..... maybe the dash was crushed.
It unnerved him. Made him jittery. He spoke of it incessantly while I was in his car. Pointed to it and told me not to look at it.
Took me to his parents house to see their collection of Native Pottery so he could raid their fridge for beer at one in the afternoon.
He was an exhausting drunk. Delusional. Boring. Insisted to himself/others that I wanted him.
That I wanted to look beneath the pillowcase.
Waste
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