It sat in front of him, on top of a pillow that rested on a milk crate.
He sprinkled baby powder on it -- what looked like a huge watermelon encased in a compression bandage -- but the unmistakable smell of urine couldn't be completely smothered.
― Cindy Mancini can ride my lawnmower anytime (thebingo), Wednesday, 19 October 2011 19:34 (thirteen years ago)