Chapter 2, Extra 2
No, his name wasn’t really Bubba, but that was his nickname.
Bubba lived down the street – the next block over. His older brother had a Super Nintendo, so I always went over there to play it with him.
His house was nassssssty.
One night, I remember a cockroach crawling into my mouth, and as much as I didn’t wanna put this in the book…here it is. The thing crawled into my mouth while I was sleeping on the floor during a sleepover. I started chewing it while I was sleeping and very slowly woke up thinking, “Wow, this is incredibly delicious and juicy.” And it was…weirdly…juicy…I can remember.
I see why certain countries eat them, but it’s still a bug.
Then woke up because its back legs were pushing on my face struggling to get out of me chewing on it. I woke up like “OMFG!” spitting it out and half of its body was still moving.
NASTY RIGHT? BLEHAEHHAEBFBA BAKHBLAH!
Bubba was like 6 when I was 8. I’d beat him up, then his older 14-year-old brother would beat me up. The circle of life haha.