Danielle called me and Donald out to help her pick Lemons to make guacamole. We went to the back yard and sat while she cut vines and grabbed lemons. She started telling us about a dream she had which we were only vaguely interested in.
"So I keep having this reoccuring dream over the last week. In it i'm at my wedding but like, nothing's going right."
She threw me another lemon. I had four, Donald two. He put them up to his chest and rubbed them together like boobs.
Both of us laughed.
"Listen guys. Now my guests are all there and they look gorgeous. But suddenly I realize that I should've been married a long time ago and i'm not. Im not in my wedding dress and I'm standing there watching my guests being served from paper plates. But im wearing cargo shorts."
Donald looks up at Danielle, "Like Old Navy?"
"Yeah like Old Navy. I don't own Old Navy Cargo Shorts! My hair's not done, my makeups not done. Then my mom comes in and is like 'why aren't you dressed yet?' Im smoking and in my mind I know that im three or four weeks pregant. Im like mom i'm three or four weeks pregnant. And she doesn't say put the cigarette down, no she says 'maybe you should get in your wedding dress'.
I raise my eyebrows. "And this happends every night?"
Danielle nods.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Don't Clap
Teen FictionA story involving Childish Gambino (Donald Glover) and I. This is based from his screenplay 'Clapping for the wrong reason.' Which can be watched on Youtube.
