October 9th, 2011
I was sitting on the toilet, crying, and I pulled a length of toilet paper and blotted my wet eyes. I folded the paper reflexively and wiped my ass with it — and the damp paper, cold on my butt, made me realize I was wiping my ass with my tears. By the time I folded up another length I was howling. It was the first real laugh I’d had in twelve years.