![]() ![]() an avocado wrap, but not queer enough to get cruised at a gay bar. I ate as I drove home, wondering how it was that I was queer enough to pick out. And I did my best to ignore the mostly-transparent guy with the afro jacking off in the corner, and the voice coming from aisle three that kept repeating, “But he loves me. Halfway back to the counter I turned around and exchanged the beef for the avocado again. I reached for an avocado wrap, but then I remembered what the dead creep at the coffee house had said about queers and vegetarians, and opted for a roast beef instead. Its best read in order, so if youre new to the series, start with Ps圜op 1, Among the Livingand prepare for a hauntingly good read. I split off from Carolyn and Marks around 11:30 and swung by a 7-11 for something to eat. So the trip to the GloryWhole was a total bust. ![]() Any dead bar-hoppers were drowned out by the music, and no one even cruised me. Unfortunately, no live person at the bar knew Anthony Blakewood well enough to have any idea who he’d gone home with. “Even if I’d had a drink or two in me, the music was so loud that I probably wouldn’t be bothered by disembodied sob stories. ![]()
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