A scruffy Kurt in a worn out sweater on one end. And a thoughtful River with a piercing gaze on the other end. Between them was a green alien with a burning joint, wishing you a spacey day. (The alien was a gift from a friend)
“Who are these people on your wall?” my mom decided to ask one day instead of her usual complaints about the walls.
“This one is Kurt Cobain, he used to be a singer. He’s dead now. And this one is River Phoenix, who used to be an actor. He is also dead… This one is a happy alien.”
“Why do you have dead people on your wall?”
“It’s less creepy, than having living ones.”
My mom shrugged her shoulders, dropped my folded laundry on my bed, and walked away.
Today was awesome!
Hope yours was too.