September 10, 2016
Hot outside,
Hot everywhere.
I am hot, we are hot. Kinda drunk too.
A quarter to ten at night on the subway train with two bananas.
In a white van under a bridge at a van party in Williamsburg.
“I didn’t know this would be such a sausage party,” Amanda says.
I don’t see any sausages. We are all illuminated by a pink light in the back of this thing.
A quarter to midnight – feeling real good.
Many tickles and a few licks. Still in the back of a van under a bridge in Williamsburg.
“Tried my best just to be a man.”
People are licking hands now.
We touch tongues.
A quarter after midnight, on the train again. Chatter and a stick of doublemint.
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