“Scummer Weekends”
When I was a teenager, I used to do these things I called “scummer weekends”. Every once in a while I would go to my uncle’s house and spend the weekend. I wouldn’t shower or change clothes or anything like that. Just “scum it”. Sure it sounds gross and you just changed your whole view of me but, there was something about it that i loved. I’m not exactly sure what it was. Don’t get me wrong, as soon as I got home I hit the shower.
As I’m writing this, I’m trying to think of something profound to tie this into but I can’t. I guess I just thought of it because my ankle is jacked and I don’t feel like getting in the shower. But my wife would probably leave me if I pulled a “scummer weekend”. Plus, I was usually pretted wasted when I did that. Now I’m sober and can tell when I stink.
