(Today started like any other day. You got up, threw on something that didn’t smell like cheap beer and regret, and headed out the door to that lovely little cafe a few blocks down from your sub-par apartment. Sometimes you go there to catch up on an old novel, sometimes for a morning brew, sometimes to just relax…but no matter what, it’s always because of HER. Ms. Saint, that beauty beyond her years. And like always, she’s seated at the exact same table by the left window, her obese figure a monument to your internal desires. That belly is just begging to be hugged, her flabby figure BEGGING to be squished-no, no, not in public. Anyways…Like always, she beckons you over. And like always, after you get your coffee, you oblige.)

G’mornin, sugah! Seemin like someone’s in a good mood.