Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Waking up, interrogated by my mother...

I was lazing on the bed, half awake when I heard my mother cleaning the dishes.

Then her foot steps...

Approaching nearer to the bedroom door. Knob twisting and then the question

"What is this????"

Half awake, I'm confused... a lot of questions in my head.

Is it my 'bastard' on the doorstep? or My stash of weed? or non sequential money I got from the kidnapping?

I would never...

Apparently, it's my hoodie in the freezer (refer to previous post)

She thought it's some kind of exotic meat.

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