Greaser
by Im on Mar.13, 2009, under Main, Memoirs
She ran her hand through his greasy, slick hair, pomaded back, straight from the 50s. “Motor oil,” was his answer to a question that she hadn’t asked. “Mineral spirits,” he said, while simultaneously handing her a container. The powerful aroma drifted as she opened the bottle, poured some on her hand, and scrubbed away. “You know that stuff causes cancer, don’t you?” a voice echoed. “So does living,” he said
