capacitive dual simThe whole world

'Hell-o? The whole world knows it's your birthday.'
The reality of what's happening starts to tingle in my brain. Taylor's here. I found a beach-house, and Taylor's here, with money. One thing to be proud of: I don't respond to the flood of joy-hormones, the one that makes you want to sniff flowers, or say I love you. I contain myself like a man.
'Wait'll you see where we're staying,' says Taylor, dragging me along the street. 'If they'll let you in - you look like an Indian.'capacitive dual sim
'You got a hotel?'
'Twin room, so you better behave - serial killer you.'
I become heavier for her to pull. 'Wait up - I found somewhere to stay you won't believe - on a beach, with jungle …'
'Eew! With, like, spiders and bugs? Eew!'
'You never saw Against All Odds?
'I already paid for the room, Vern, like, God.'
Whatever. As we walk, I remember I have to keep enough trouble around me to not give a shit how I act with her. You can only really be yourself when you have nothing left to lose, see? That's a learning I made. It may sound dumb, but it ain't easy when your dreams roll up. Take note, you can feel jerksville lurking in back. And as we know, just by thinking it, you suffer it worse. The learning: potential assholeness when a dream comes true is relative to the amount of time you spent working up the dream. A=DT2. It means I could even fucken puke.