Shore do- two 22s in my shoes!

I had dinner tonight with a man who I knew would terrify me. My uncle. Not because I owe him money. Not because I kicked his dog. Personal reasons. 

I sat at the table at the Russian restaurant, laughing with the others about the singer, her dress with paillettes. I made small talk about the interesting thing that happened at work. I thought about his arrival. 

That time two weeks ago, when I was at his home, when he was abroad, when I was taking pictures with nature when I found myself straddling that bough in that high-up tree, wearing a fluorescent pink wig and completely butt naked, when the cop arrived regarding that tripped alarm, and the photographer ran away screaming, "MY WEED!" leaving me to slide down the tree, butt naked, only to realize my shirt was in the tree, causing me to re-climb it, butt naked, in the pouring rain, so that when I met the cop, my inside-out shirt clinging to my rock-hard nipples and my body ravaged by dirt streaks random branches and blood, and extended my hand and said "Hello Officer," it was almost disrespectful-- did he find out? Did the neighbors tell? 

Apparently not.