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Men in Love Fiction |
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TEN REASONS.
Hot days I work the scam, I stink at it. Hot nights I watch Rose. Odd hours I drink in Horseshoes 24/7 Topless Lounge for Gentlemen, or dredge among the pinking, burning, tanning, tattooed teenage girls. Tarry baked-wood smell of the Boards. All around me, bodies. Thin, hard, fatty, long or tiny lotioned bodies. They smell like coconut oil cream pie. They smell like April Fresh and Bounce, Sun Block, No More Tears, their favorite shampoo. They stroll. They slip cutoff jeans shorts over bikini bottoms and leave the zipper open to the crotch like a beercan tab that says PULL ME. They stroll. They’re Black, or Brown, creamy Asian, or White. They suck plastic nipples on Styrofoam cups that say SLURP, FREEZE, SLUSH, WOW, POW, ENERGIZE. They have noses and lips and eyebrows and bellybuttons stuck with studs and rings. They have tiny dark rooms with queensize beds. They need to make me happy, they need to fall in love. It’s their last free babyfied summer before they join the prisoner grownups in lifetime cubicle jail. They fall in new love every night. It’s summer, Wildwood-by-the-Sea, 10 Reasons Why A Beer. It’s The War of the Teeshirts.
Teeshirts with all 200 names of their highschool class. TOMMY GEAR. I’M WITH STUPID. RUN FOR THE CURE. ANIMAL LIBERATION = HUMAN LIBERATION. YUCK FOO. HARVARD. THREE CHEERS FOR CHEAP BEER. GOD HAS BEEN VERY GOOD TO ME. FCUK. HAVE YOU HUGGED A TREE TODAY? DON’T ASK ME 4 SHIT. HARD-ROCK CAFE PARIS. DKNY. I HATE A BROKE-ASS MAN. FULL-CONTACT NUDE COEDUCATIONAL GOLF. NIKE. BIKE-A-THON FOR OVARIAN CANCER. MY BOSS IS A JEWISH CARPENTER. GAP. TEN REASONS WHY A BEER IS BETTER THAN A MAN. 1 - WHEN YOU FINISH A BEER YOU DON’T HAVE TO WAIT 15 MINUTES BEFORE YOU HAVE ANOTHER ONE. BUTTON YOUR FLY. KEEP ON TRUCKIN. WANTED OSAMA DEAD OR ALIVE. NO FEAR.
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