
What rhymes with Orange
Recently discovered my top descriptor is: Ginger. Up until today, I truly believed my existence held value beyond the neon Orange crown sitting on top of my skull. I thought my freckles were a charm, not a tally of every soul I’ve harvested from unsuspecting humans.
Turns out I’m just a genetic wild card in a world unequipped for high-visibility humans. Times are tough and the state of the world is uncertain, but I take comfort in one absolute truth: every single woman over the age of 68 thinks I am top 5 most handsome young men waiting in the pharmacy line at CVS.