frowning a frown- i notice br my beer gut- br gotta decide which to do first: br white vinegar smelly onion, br plump pulpy Toe- mater. or br lettuce. br “you’re vine ripened, YO! ” br i grab you and scream: br “Still got yer’ stem, br doncha? ” i squeeze the ball br hard. I see seeds. squirtin br juice. br right then, i put my fist through br the window.