Ahhh the Thinker....I always think of someone going to the bathroom. Not a pretty thought, but it's what is stuck in my noggin.
It was His Idea of a Good Time
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, hairbrush in his hand, damp bath towel tied around his hips, he posed and flexed and began to imagine he was someone other than who he really was.
The hairbrush became his microphone, his damp hair slicked back. All of the ladies loved him, all of the men envied him. In his head he was the coolest dude to ever sell out a concert hall.
It was his idea of a good time on a Friday night.
ok...just not into writing tonight...maybe tomorrow (but it's at least the amount of the size of the frame).
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