OH, BROTHER, WHERE IS YOU?
people complain about anything. "It's too hot,"
or, "I'm sick of this fucking winter shit," or "His
tongue is really dry and rough and makes my clit sore,"
blah, blah, blah. I fucking love summer. This year I found,
at TJ Maxx's, my favorite halter-top in my size (right, like
Velma's gonna tell you) and in five different colors. No laundry
this summer. Just kidding, I wash my thongs out by hand in
the kitchen sink and usually I listen to Rickey Martin when
I'm doing it. I love him but no one else does. All my friends
call him gay and Mexican. Mostly they just don't like guys
from foreign places. I feel that that is bullshit. What do
I care if a guy is from another country? I say, once you take
down the flag all's that's left is the pole anyway. Geez,
if my brother, Kurt, heard me say that he'd knock the piss
outta me. I don't think they get this newspaper in prison
anyway, so fuck him. I mean I love him, he's my brother, but
that's mostly why the prick is prison now. He's in jail so
much I wonder sometimes if he don't like what goes on in there.
But he says it's not like the movies. He's never had to go
down on a guy or bend over or anything but he said he almost
had to touch a guy once but he got out of it by throwing up.
So, speaking of jail, my aunt Lucy just got out and she won't get her license back for a while. They had her on one of those ankle tethers and she had to take a Breathalyzer every four hours from home. After that, she got one of those digital combination locks on her car ignition where you can't start the car if you're drunk. But she would just fill the tank, go the bar and leave the car running. That's how she got busted again. Anyway I called her to wish her Happy Freedom and talked her into going out for a few drinks. I was going to pick her up but she said she had a ride and she'd meet me on Chippewa Street.
don't know. I mean I only had been down there once and it
was all right but some of the guys that hang out down there
are really young. With them, it's like Christmas, they're
all excited to open up the package but once they see all the
parts they can't figure out how to put it together. But some
of the bouncers are sweet. And some are Velma's size. I saw
this one in front of this one club, Big Shotz (from the look
of him they might could live up to their name). He was a big
hunk of a brother (I think that's what they call themselves).
Hey, I say the darker the meat, the firmer the bone. Anyway,
he looked at me like he might have something to say about
it but his boss or somebody came out to get him to go break
up a fight. I thought to go in there and start swinging but
I'm still on probation.
the second or third time I was pregnant, I caught the clap
from this guy I knew from the park. I am sure it was him.
He was real cute. He wore these red sweatpants, like the ones
that say "Bills" on them and he had real nice thick
brown bangs in his hair. It was cut so it was almost short
on top and trimmed back over his ears and then came way down
his back, almost to his ass. He would wear these muscle shirts,
tucked in, and he was always real cool to me cause I was so
young (like 15). Everyone else at the park would tease me
but he would stick up for me. Anyway, I think it was him,
but my brother saw me on the towpath with this other guy form
the projects over by Ontario St. and later on he beat the
blood out of me. It was kind of good in a way cause I didn't
have to have the baby, but anyway, ever since then I thought
I'm gonna go with anybody I want, no matter where they're
I stopped by this bar where Aunt Lucy said she'd be, the Route
66, but they hadn't seen her. So I stayed for a while and
talked to these guys from South Buffalo who tried to get me
to go to their favorite bar "Lay-He's". I was like,
"yeah, right," but it was really spelled Leahy's.
I didn't go cause they were gonna get their car and pull it
around but they must have gotten lost in all those one-way
streets down there. So, I went over to this place, Liars,
where this guy, Joe Sartiorio or some thing was playing. The
guys at BEAST told me he sucked or something, but I like him.
I mean he played all the songs my brother used to play in
his bedroom before he started getting in trouble. So I sat
there just digging the music and trying to see if there were
any cute guys around but all the guys were just snickering
at Satriorio or whatever his name is. I tried to catch his
eye a couple times but he seemed to get nervous by it. Maybe
he's queer or something too. I could change that but I heard
he was moving to Oklahoma somewhere.
the way he runs his hands up and down that guitar reminds
me of my brother showing when he learned to jerk off.
Anyway, Velma has been getting a lot of mail. So, if you have any questions or need some advice write: firstname.lastname@example.org