>at the public pool, surrounded by mexicans and fat people

dfw already wrote a story about pools faggot

damn.. the grotesque fatties culminating onto the dropped hotdog and finally the mustard on the face.

>>9878093
>Op realized that in his Mona Lisa's face he saw the grace of a god and finally understood how someone could be mistaken to be created in the image of a god.
>he turned around to see if the overweight people were still preoccupied with their meaningless meandering and wiped the mustard off his face and quickly applies it to his 3 inch penis which was being hidden from view by his over-sized brand new limited edition novelty "how to read books" book.
>through hard breaths and contorted thrusts of the body he finally finished himself off and cleaned himself with a towel, he turned back towards the body guard after cleaning himself to return that same Mona Lisa like smile only to find a look of horror on the face on the Life Guard, he turned around to see everyone around him was spaghetti, they had all turned into spaghetti every last one of them, they were slipping and sliding through a giant pool of tomato sauce and waddling unerringly in a rhythmic fashion.
>bewildered by this spectacle OP tried to pinch himself to wake up, hoping he had fallen into some kind of sleep and was having a nightmare, but as he tried to feel his hands he realized he could not, and as he looked down, he saw that he was also spaghetti
>and then OP woke up, and realized he was a faggot

I was an autist full of mustard
But DFW had his eyes closed

based waterposter!

>>9878427

>he was this mad

>>9878093
Thank you for this story Eric Cartman and DFW.

No joke, one of his best short stories is about a young kid (like OP) at the pool. It's the opening story of Brief Interviews, but I can't remember what it's called.

>>9879884
yeah that was one of the few shits by dfw that didn't suck