Sticking to my pleather couch by Mr. Banana Hammock (not Omari)

Omari....

What is it about the summer and my skin sticking to my pleather couch?

Sunday I was laying on my pleather couch. First I watched an “on demand” film, The Rachel Papers. I thoroughly enjoyed Martin Amis’ novel of the same name. Ione Skye had a couple of topless scenes. I liked seeing Ione Skye topless. But it was only fleeting.

Then I thought I’d watch “Foxfire.” It was based on a novel by Joyce Carol Oates. It is the story of five teenage girls who form an unlikely bond after beating up a teacher who has sexually harassed them. There is an extended nude scene where Angelina Jolie tattoos herself, Hedy Burress, and Jenny Shimizu. Unfortunately, Jenny Lewis, who currently fronts the band Rilo Kiley, didn’t take her top off. Rilo Kiley is on the Saddle Creek label, home to emo savior Conor Oberst’s Bright Eyes.

That wasn’t enough nudity for me so I thought I’d get up off the couch. It was hot, into the 90s, and humid and I had been sweating. My skin had become somewhat affixed to my pleather couch. As I sat up there was this ripping sound as my skin slowly became unstuck from the couch. I headed for the fridge for a Dole Fruit 'n Juice Frozen Fruit Bar.

But why does my skin stick to my pleather couch in the summer but not in the winter? Perhaps it is because of the heat. But my apartment is heated in the winter. Perhaps it is because of the humidity. But it can also be humid in the winter, although generally it is drier. Perhaps it is because of the combination of heat and humidity. Or, because, ultimately, we all came from water and we all are water. Maybe it is because water carries the current of life. And pleather with water and heat and humidity make me stick to it. Does anyone care? I’m not sure I do.



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