July 2011
26 posts
the writing letters to guys he saw in the computer lab one day, or in the gym, or at the coffee vending machine; letters with his phone number attached, so if they were interested they could call him, and if they weren’t, he wouldn’t have to be embarrassed about it, could still ogle them from afar without them getting bent outta shape about it, at least not in a way he had to deal with.
hoy en el dentista
llegó una señora con falda, las piernas peludas y unos new balance.
