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That night:
trashed.
Down on the floor, kneeling, in between his legs.
His right hand clasped to my left.
He whispers: "Come to S.G., Sat. night, Front Room, for some dark shit music [...]"
Matt, he said his name was.
I said "Will I have fun?"
"I'll make sure you do." he replied.
That other night:
trashed.
Walked three blocks home at around three in the morning.
Three various guys, one from each block, came on to me with salacious remarks.
And that other night:
trashed.
At a party, I asked M. for tickets.
He looked down at me and said to come back later.
I came back and then he said the same thing.
I came back again and finally he gave me some.
I came back again and was mindlessly bumping my left shoulder to his right.
I came back again and offered him beer.
[...]
He then went on to glance at me like he usually does.
I wonder what he thinks.
On the way home a guy mumbles at me.
His buddy then goes: "You should have dinner with us!"
Last night:
trashed.
With his cut-off shirt and long dark hair D. dances wild.
He punches me for fun and I punched lamely back.
He places my left hand onto his left chest.
I rubbed his nipple and he rubbed mine.
Now stop getting trashed and get a fucking life.
trashed.
Down on the floor, kneeling, in between his legs.
His right hand clasped to my left.
He whispers: "Come to S.G., Sat. night, Front Room, for some dark shit music [...]"
Matt, he said his name was.
I said "Will I have fun?"
"I'll make sure you do." he replied.
That other night:
trashed.
Walked three blocks home at around three in the morning.
Three various guys, one from each block, came on to me with salacious remarks.
And that other night:
trashed.
At a party, I asked M. for tickets.
He looked down at me and said to come back later.
I came back and then he said the same thing.
I came back again and finally he gave me some.
I came back again and was mindlessly bumping my left shoulder to his right.
I came back again and offered him beer.
[...]
He then went on to glance at me like he usually does.
I wonder what he thinks.
On the way home a guy mumbles at me.
His buddy then goes: "You should have dinner with us!"
Last night:
trashed.
With his cut-off shirt and long dark hair D. dances wild.
He punches me for fun and I punched lamely back.
He places my left hand onto his left chest.
I rubbed his nipple and he rubbed mine.
Now stop getting trashed and get a fucking life.