It is not uncommon for the Beast to have to fend for himself on a weeknight.
It is extremely rare, however, to find myself home alone. When it does happen, I am often overwhelmed with the anticipation of freedom: the very idea that I can eat and drink and watch whatever I want, with no debate, both thrills and paralyses me. Anything could happen.
Two weeks ago, the Beast had plans to see a concert with his older brother. It was happening. I was going to be home alone.
“I have no idea what I’m going to do tonight,” I told him that morning before I left for work.
“You could do what I do: read a play, masturbate, and then watch old episodes of Frontline on YouTube.”