3.2b

Or 2.28c - I'm playing makeup and it ain't fun. I'll write more tomorrow. It's this and then BED!

He licked the blood off his finger. Bagelblood - that which is bought by bread. He didn't mind cutting himself. He was usually very patient. What he did mind was dripping on his shirt. So he stuck his finger in his mouth and kept it there.
He used to lick batteries when he was younger. Nine volts were the best, because you could just lay the battery on your tongue and thrill in the acrid shock of the battery's polarization. When he couldn't get a nine volt battery, he would settle for triple As or watch batteries. Anything, really.
He had once had a bully problem. Lunch money, day after day. He tried to get his mother to send him a bag lunch, but it was just as easy to steal, so she stopped. "Hide it, dear." They search everywhere, mom. "Well, try anyway." The bully walked up. He had hair on his upper lip - unthinkable for an eighth grader. "Where's your money, salada**?" He shoved it in his mouth. Quarters. The bully just stared. "My mom says people touch money, so you shouldn't put it in your mouth." He tried not to breathe. The bully punched him in the stomach and quarters rolled lazily through the air.

It all tasted the same to him.