cameo

Tan donkeys sit. Even in a quiet moment there is noise everywhere. "What the fuck?!" "What do you mean, what the fuck?" I told him that I meant, why. "Why?" he said, "why what?". "Yeh.  Why.  You know, why the fuck does life have to be like this? That and what?" "What do you mean, what?" he asked me, in a frustrated tone. "I mean," I replied, "what the fuck does tan donkeys have to do with anything?" "What?" He asked, obviously confused. "The book.  You know, that passage from that book you were just reading to me?" "Oh.  What about it?" I rolled my eyes at him.  "What the fuck does tan donkeys have to do with, with...what the fuc