081413 #worm After he grunted, let go, and slumped back against the couch, he shuffled into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look the same either. He was unmistakeably autumnal. Not unattractive, but his leaves were falling. He looked at himself with good humor. He wouldn't look so good in a leather skirt anymore, either. When did his legs get so knobby? Oh well. Oh well, oh well, oh well. Back out in his quiet kitchen, he smoked a contemplative cigarette.