We met as we vomited from a skyscraper onto people looking up at the skyscraper. I held your hair as you penetrated the core of my womanhood twice. We rolled around muddily in muddy mud like pigs in heat. I threw puke at you and you laughed. "Why?" You begged to know, while your shoes burned from the gasoline I soaked them in. "Shut up and get a job!" I ordered. "I can't while my feet are on fire," you replied.