“Betty! Come back, Betty! You know I’m the best fuck you ever had!” Christopher yells, unprompted.
He and Mitch and I have been stumbling through the Seattle Center fair grounds this warm Saturday night the week before graduation.
Betty is Christopher’s mom.
Christopher and Mitch get high as often as a warped record skips, but tonight marks the first time I’ve smoked weed and it’s inducing the Paradox Effect: I’m nauseous.
“Dude, what IS this Oedipal nonsense?” I ask.
“I’m not Oedipus—I’m Jim Morrison!”
“Yeah, I’m going home,” I say.
He tries to kiss me and I throw up tacos.
So much going on. Don’t know if younger people will get it, but I certainly did.
Well done, and shocking as the Doors.
Thanks on all counts, Ed! Most appreciated.