Call me Bitter Otter. It’s just a nickname I gave myself. However, a better descriptive and more realistic name for myself would be Tangy Walrus.

A WATERY BLISSAs busy as an ice cream freezer,On a Sunday getting hotter,Happy is the honey eater-The busy ocean otter,Floating alongside Teter,On a sea full of water.

You can’t just wipe away your history.

He hesitates, then says, “You don’t think Otter… gets offended by what I say?” He begins to speak faster. “I mean, I don’t care who Otter sleeps with. I don’t care that he’s a fa-...

Creed scowls. “Hardly. All he does now is mope like a goddamn teenage girl. Anytime I’m home, he’s in his room with the door locked. I’m telling you guys, he got worked over really bad...

Freedom without responsibility? What freedom is that? None at all.