I’m so scared of ‘em I can’t even bear to deal with their dead bodies, so I ask my friend to pick up the corpse with some kitchen paper and dispose of it. I spray the ray of light until the moth is dead on the floor. I’ve always hated them, so of course I have moth-killer spray on hand. Their erratic, unpredictable movements get me the hell anxious-I hate them. Moths disturb me, my peace and my flow, with their incessant fluttering. Cue a moth now dancing around the projector light, interrupting the visual perfection of Stranger Things. One night back in 2018, my friends complained that the smell of the onions I was chopping was too strong and opened up the window. I like TV, I like making burritos and I like my friends, so sometimes I combine all three by inviting friends over to make burritos and watch telly on my projector. I will do what I’m best at: tell stories, in the hope that you’ll be able to connect the dots, find threads to tie together. Thank you so much for picking up this book and peeling back the first page to discover its contents.
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