The tiles around the kid shaped orange juice are glassy like somebody polished them. You bend down, get your face real close ‘cause you can almost see your reflection in it and you’d kill to see somebody you know right now. Up close the stink of piss socks you up the nose.
Look, it’s just a regular job, Sugar. Same as orange juice.
Someone should have been more careful with the orange juice,
It’s just orange juice,
You’re covered in blood, what the fuck happened, Your head is bleeding