Trevor’s Word of the Moment: Ominous

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Ominous. Man, that’s a good word. It sounds good. It feels good, like it wants to roll around in your mouth and come out in a great big tube like you find at some playgrounds, the kind of tubes little kids like to crawl through on their hands and knees.

I like to watch the cool moms follow their kids. Like to watch ’em coming and going.

Too bad ominous is one of those words Rusty likes. That right there means it’s a word I can’t use.

Maybe that’s okay. After all, ominous makes me think of bad shit. Life’s too short to spend thinking of bad shit. Or squirming. Or stopping as you walk between the bus and wherever-the-fuck-we’re-headed-now while Nature Boy Eric stops to sniff the air and tell all of us, like we’re too fucking dumb to know better, that a storm’s on the way.

The only storm this boy’s interested in is the sand storm that’ll kick up when Trevor here chases those cool moms through those tubes at the playground. And wins.