A Sad Good-bye

I love my bathroom. I just went in there leaving behind the yellow lamp light in my bedroom and the smell of cigarette and incense smoke to be confronted with the new light of day pouring through the frosted window onto the glistening white bathtub below (this is good because it's the only clean part of the room) the smell of Dial soap wafting up.
I'm going to miss my bathtub. The one at Keith and Jon's has all these stupid, so you don't slip, whales in the bottom, and also Keith and Jon's toe funk. I gotta get some scrubbing bubbles for that shit.