Cutting Through It

I cut Ladyfriend’s hair last night.

In the bathtub.

After a series of bourbons, neat.

I also cut my finger.

Damn, Ladyfriend has some lush, thick hair.

Lushladyfriend.

(Lushes.)

Also? This lamp? I met a composed person beneath it who radiates sex. I tried to think of another word to describe what he radiates, but it’s “sex.” Sort of like sexy, but dirtier.