How a country mouse shits in a city rat's cheerios

So over the fourth my boyfriend and I traipsed down to NYC for the day. I'm not sure if it was a form of therapy or torture. After about three days of not taking my meds I was on the ramp for a manic episode (Plus I tend to peak about this time of year anyway). So hypomanic and dick dead broke, we walked down to Canal St. Battery Park was nice, but I remember running around there with my ex husband and his good friend Howles. I appreciated the view of Ellis Island and Lady Liberty. At 4, people were already staking their turf for the fireworks last night.

As time rolls by in a relationship it's like a thread unraveling off of a spool. As you run your fingers along the fiber you find bumps and variations you'd never know were there if you hadn't stuck around to let things unwind. I find my boyfriend amusing. As we watched people lay out blankets and prop up lawn chairs for later that night's firework display he tells me once he's seen one he's seen them all. I however love fireworks because they make me feel like a kid. Later on that night walking by a bar and hearing the report, Joe turns onto 42nd (? sorry don't know the city that well) to see a firework light up the sky and I hear his breath draw in. I can only laugh because sometimes even he can be wrong.

Over near Astor Place is the coolest bar ever called McSorely's. I was very proud of myself because I found it all by myself. In we went and ordered a round which is served in two glasses with about 8 oz. of beer each. Always order the dark because it's the best, and then when the glasses come chug the first and sip the second. Of course my boyfriend is always a sipper and not a slammer so he was given a pass on the first part of the tradition. As time went by, my boyfriend professed more and more how he enjoyed the dark beer. I beamed.

As we turned the corner towards Grand Central and a few blocks away from the bar, my boyfriend realized he left his Yankee's hat behind. As he sprinted off to retrieve his hat, some city rat yelled out, "Run Forest, Run!"

This country mouse with even poor impulse control when under the influence, did think about lettting it go, but before the synapses could catch up out blurted, "Just so you know Forest's dick is this big." Holding my hands about 12 inches apart, I said as I booked on by. City rat yells,"So's mine. What's your point?" Country mouse: "Easy, he gets to fuck me and you don't." City rat: "I wouldn't want to fuck you." Country mouse: "Good then we can agree on something."