Boys on motorcycles roar by. There is a small open patch of road. They rev the engines, pop wheelies and roar down the strip, squealing to a stop when they hit traffic. I yell and clap, cheering them on.
Why?
Oh, I want them to crash. Burn. I’m acknowledging they have huge cocks. Showing off like [...]
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I end up walking 34 blocks, one way. Up to 27 North.
I never find what I am looking for while walking. People keep drifting by, headlights and noise. That’s really it. No one speaks to me; I speak to no one. Nothing more than cursory glances. Well, I pay more attention to people than they [...]
