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jacktellsliesThis week I lose two friends to faraway lands.
Courtney, raised by black southern women and fags, famously sarcastic and misunderstood, came to Philadelphia from New Orleans when there wasn't any New Orleans left. She owes me pornography she promised me ages ago, and she owes me Framboise for her repeated failures to spice some girl she fancies. (Parker and I gave her a bottle to aid in the wooing with the caveat that if she failed, it would be returned.) She's hoping to get a job with GeekSquad, which, our friend Debbie and I are fond of reminding her, is naught but a clever cover for a prostitution ring. (I like to make her sound a bit broken in, but really she's almost innocent.) She's going to Florida, which is terrible. I'll miss her, and I'll miss our getting one another drunk and kissing in public.
Billy is the tiniest fag in the world. He's a stilt walker, a trapeze artist, a brilliant make-up artist, and an absolute hussy. He is untainted by morals and responsibility and depth, and he can't possibly be real. Billy, tequila thief; taker of ecstasy and showers with my boyfriend; host of parties written about in the papers; giver of head to the beautiful, the taken, and the married in the public restrooms of bars; corrupter of all: he must be some awful kind of saint, and I adore him. He's off to LA to wait tables and join the circus. Without him, there will be no stories in this town worth telling.
Courtney, raised by black southern women and fags, famously sarcastic and misunderstood, came to Philadelphia from New Orleans when there wasn't any New Orleans left. She owes me pornography she promised me ages ago, and she owes me Framboise for her repeated failures to spice some girl she fancies. (Parker and I gave her a bottle to aid in the wooing with the caveat that if she failed, it would be returned.) She's hoping to get a job with GeekSquad, which, our friend Debbie and I are fond of reminding her, is naught but a clever cover for a prostitution ring. (I like to make her sound a bit broken in, but really she's almost innocent.) She's going to Florida, which is terrible. I'll miss her, and I'll miss our getting one another drunk and kissing in public.
Billy is the tiniest fag in the world. He's a stilt walker, a trapeze artist, a brilliant make-up artist, and an absolute hussy. He is untainted by morals and responsibility and depth, and he can't possibly be real. Billy, tequila thief; taker of ecstasy and showers with my boyfriend; host of parties written about in the papers; giver of head to the beautiful, the taken, and the married in the public restrooms of bars; corrupter of all: he must be some awful kind of saint, and I adore him. He's off to LA to wait tables and join the circus. Without him, there will be no stories in this town worth telling.
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