I sat at a table in the pizza parlor.
A waiter came and I asked for hot sauce.
Just hot sauce- no pizza.
She made a strange face but I didn’t care.
I needed something to distract from the pain of killing him.
When she came back with a bottle I gave her money.
Stolen money.
I guzzled it down and coughed like crazy.
And it felt good.
I bought twenty more bottles and took them home.
I put them in the fridge and drank one.
Then I went to walk around town aimlessly.
I sat down at a table outside the coffee shop.
A charming penguin sat down across from me.
“Hey there baybay,” he leaned across, closer to me.
I slid my fins closer.
They touched.
I felt good.
I leaned in and our foreheads touched.
“Get a room!” a penguin shouted.
So I went home with him.