Ten Dollar Withdrawal-(The Cove)

You may fondly remember the past due balance of that affair: It's been rolling around my thoughts for quite sometime and because of that man at the bank, I can recall it quite well. His Gallagher-esque appearance and dangly cross earring, was enough for me to remember that you loved to eat tuna before before bed. I can even remember how your hot breath escaped the whiskers of your handlebar moustache as we hit flesh to flesh. Thank you for that trip into the city. Thank you for that movie.

Bed Times, Car Accidents, and Aunt Patty the Lesbian-(Where the Wild Things Are)

As an adult you read to me like a child. I didn't understand the language. I didn't understand the culture of rebellion: Why on Earth would a young boy run away from a hot meal? Why would he surround himself with monsters? Most importantly why would you always read this to me before we slept together? I do not consider literature--even children's literature--as a proper aphrodisiac, so why this book? Why even this movie?

It's In Fact Quite The Opposite

With air quotes raised high into the sky, he mentioned that he was known to be a bit of a partier.

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When we went to the zoo I didn't expect him to try and kiss me. I certainly didn't expect him to take his dick out either. I asked him about his moustache in front of the sea lion tank. We talked a bit about experimental facial hair and how it looks good on boys, then he did it.

He asked me to show him what was beneath my Levi's. I did and as soon as I pulled it out, his tongue was in my mouth. I guess this was a first date.

Golden Slumbers

There is something lifeless about his eyes. I know they aren't open, but when they were they gave the impression that he was never actually present. How could he be? He just sits all day, in that same spot, watching the same television; wasting away. He does this everyday for hours on end.

I like to think that while he is physically wasting away in that leather coffin of his, he's really doing complicated mathematics, or mentally figuring out his taxes. I hope he's doing my taxes because I have no idea how to.

Yeah...Merry Christmas.

I do hope you're all rather sauced at this point--I'm sure he was.

Feliz Navidades.