Boys Life

Fear Not! I have been getting laid!

But I’ve not written about it because senseless titillation seems irresponsible and not why I started doing this in the first place.

I’ve got a few hilarious things in the works right now, but first I’m going back in time to the summer of 2004. This promises to be the most raw and revealing Boys Life to date. Its very personal nature is one of the reasons it’s taken me so long to write. The other is January. It’s freezing, work has been draining me, and I’ve not been skating enough. My body and mind both feel stagnant. It took so much to push out this latest story, and I don’t think I could have done it without that Saturday that dipped into the 50s.

look for a first installment later this week.

P.S.

I saw the Wig chick the other day and told her it was cool to see her without her wig on. I wanted her to apologize and she didn’t, she just laughed. I looked into her eyes and told her it was a powerful experience to see her wig-less. Then I left and went to Lit.

A week later I saw her again, this time with the wig on. I wanted her to say something, to acknowledge what had transpired between us. And I was loud and brash about the wig. Tapping her on the shoulder and motioning to fix her hair. Saying nice wig mad loud. I watched her dance and make out with some fuck stick and it almost fucked up my whole evening. Then I Want The One I Can’t Have came on and everything was fine. Fine until my date’s friend got in the way of me getting laid. And I walked home with one of my boys. And my 4 am texts to some goonie bird went unanswered. And the wig girl is still out there; who knows where she’ll turn up next. I’ll keep you posted.

P.S.P.S.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I consulted my man Google about the wig chick. Just like I suspected she’s still in her first year in NY.

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