Monnza

I never gave much thought to how I’d die... I was always hoping I’d drown in a pool of baileys... creamy salty beige... or maybe I’d die in the arms of a strong muscled man who’d hold me at night... I’m old Greg. I lived in a nice little desert land... called Arizona or something.. it was okay but it was dried up like the funk after I left him out in the sun for too long, he got a wrinkly and purple like a giant prune covered in granny teats. But I had to leave to go to some town called forks so my mom could get some loving from some fancy sports player, she was getting tired of playing love games so she was gonna fo