On Q-Tips, Cooper, and Confession
Last night I woke from a mysterious dream whose meaning eluded me. So discomforting was the dream that I sat up, certain it was real. In it, I was in my bathroom, holding a cotton swab which I presently inserted into my ear. After a gentle twist, I pulled the swab out -- only to discover that the tip was covered with shit.
Shit shit.
Feces.
I dropped the s…
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