The Granny Face Finger

Oh Natasha. This photo was probably the last time we were happy together. Within twenty-four hours, you’d be joining me on the photo shoot for the cover of my first album. The photographer said that you weren’t pretty enough to be front and center and I agreed. So, as a compromise, we threw your ass behind a window and blurred your face out.

I knew this would spell the end of our relationship but I was too ambitious to be held back by your granny face. It didn’t matter that you knew how to finger my butthole just right.

When you and your car went missing in the summer of 1974, I was devastated. That was a beautiful mustang.