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Archive for July, 2006

 
They are all gone now. Every last friend that I grew up with here in the Big Apple has either died or shipped out of here and settled down somewhere in the suburbs.
Thank God I have a lover or I would jump from the top of the World Trade Center just stop all this craziness.
“Where [...]

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I was arrested by the police for shredding my lover’s clothing with a pair of scissors.
“Fuck around on me? I’ll show you,” I shouted while doing the deed on some expensive duds.
“Get out of my apartment,” my partner of five years shouted as he dialed 911.
The police came.
“But I pay all the rent, I ain’t [...]

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My jeans get holes in them because I sometimes stand with my hands in my back pockets. The holes develop from the weight of my knuckles pulling the pockets from double-stitched seams.
The tears in my straightlegs come in handy when I feel like a slut and get that urge to pick up a stranger from [...]

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