UCantDoThatDotNet on Nostr: Dammit Derek, Let Joe have his moment without having to relive it. It's not easy to ...
Dammit Derek, Let Joe have his moment without having to relive it. It's not easy to cope with the PTSD of being accosted by a Stumbling Homeless Hungry Person during a Happy Meal.
I doubt Joe can comfortably walk the streets anymore, for fear of triggering those feelings, the ones pushed far far away, so deeply they won't be seen, won't be felt anymore...
It's time to own up, Derek. Because of you and your French Fry Vagrancy, Joe probably shudders in fear as he reaches for his front door, torn between a need for simple grocery, for meager sustenance, for the minimum of societal participation - and a need to be sheltered, cloistered, safe, at home. Safe, Derek, from you, and more of whatever happened that fateful, unforgettable day...
...that will hereforth be collectively bound publicly and privately by that ominous moniker...
...a name spoken only in hushed tones and with somber reverence...
The Night of the Crisps
I doubt Joe can comfortably walk the streets anymore, for fear of triggering those feelings, the ones pushed far far away, so deeply they won't be seen, won't be felt anymore...
It's time to own up, Derek. Because of you and your French Fry Vagrancy, Joe probably shudders in fear as he reaches for his front door, torn between a need for simple grocery, for meager sustenance, for the minimum of societal participation - and a need to be sheltered, cloistered, safe, at home. Safe, Derek, from you, and more of whatever happened that fateful, unforgettable day...
...that will hereforth be collectively bound publicly and privately by that ominous moniker...
...a name spoken only in hushed tones and with somber reverence...
The Night of the Crisps