Okay, yes, a bunch of us boys got our first whiff of nakedness from Ella Bouchard. It cured us of any horniness we might’ve had; you couldn’t name the flavours of ice cream it looked like she strained through her pants some days. Like, she probably set us back years in our sexual development. She just wanted to cuss, spit and fart with us, and I guess the only currency she had was her ropey ole body. I know you’re not allowed to say it anymore, about certain girls and all, but off the record, Ella was born with it. She’d always be the one doing messy tumbles on the lawn, legs flying up all over the place. Her underwear would always shine your way. When aliens land in town, Ella will be out front with her fucken dress up, I guarantee it.
Pierre/Vernon
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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