This story resulted from a thought that happened today while shopping thrift. It literally happened in a second. But I was fully born in that momentBut was fully born in moment, not gonna lie, this one's. Weird and strange, but also kind of funny; not gonna lie, this one's weird and strange, but also kind of funny. Fuck, he's home. I think to myself as I hear his motorcycle pull up. I stand up and think to myself, should I try to hide? How am I going to explain this? Will he believe me? Looking around at my situation, I realize there is no way I can hide right now, so I just stand there as his keys open the door. Removing his helmet and placing his keys on the table by the front door, he yells hey, I'm home! I say after a long pause. Ah, Hi, Honey. He turns to see me. What the hell is that? What are you wearing? Are you getting ready for Halloween? Another long pause and an inhale of my cigar. Well, no, I am not wearing anything and not getting ready for Halloween. It looks