It’s 9:00 and I’m still so fucking hungry and I’m sort of considering having half that lean cuisine but I told B--- that I’d be at his place by 9:30 because we want to get to H---- by 10:30 because that’s basically when the line is the longest but B--- has this card that lets you cut in front of everyone which gives you a chance to see who’s waiting in line and if any of them are worth trying to fuck and it also lets them all know that you’ve got one of those cards and that they don’t (even though I don’t have one but B--- is pretty good friends with the guy at the door and he just sort of lets me follow in behind B--- without putting up much of a fuss or anything) but right now I’m standing in front of the mirror staring at my abs and deciding what shirt I should be wearing tonight see I used to wear all of this Abercrombie shit but B--- told me that’s what twinks and kids from the Midwest wear and I’m neither and so he convinced me to buy this black button-down Prada that cost me half a month’s worth of pay from the public relations firm that I work at because, see, I’m only an assistant, but I went to a good school not ivy league but good so you know what I’m sure that I’ll earn the money back eventually at some point and anyway B--- bought the blow tonight so I don’t even have to think about spending money on that because that’s not the way B--- works he says that Colombian Gold (he’s always calling it that and I think it’s a bit obnoxious but I say it too because most people think that it just sounds smoother) should be stolen from the rich and given to the poor, which is something else I don’t know if I agree with because technically we’re both from upper-middle class communities in places that only have upper-middle class communities and the last time I checked the cocaine trade was and is the cause of many deaths of poor families and children and I remember I said that once to B--- after we had snorted a few lines before going to that parade last summer and he told me to shut up because the movements of international diplomacy aren’t predilections about whether we’re going to get laid or not but being able to offer some trick blow never hurt a guy’s chance in bed.
This shirt looks good under the two lights but not the three lights see under the two it outlines my pecs which have gotten bigger since last summer thank God and man I can’t believe I paid five-huno-fucking-dollars for the goddamned thing but honestly looking at it now it’s worth it it’s totally worth it under the dim light I can see this tiny patch of hair right below my adam’s apple that I forgot to shave off when I was trimming my chest this morning and I’m so fucking happy I caught it because honestly how trashy and weird does that look when you see that little patch because then you can tell that the guy doesn’t really know what he’s doing and sure I read in Out that chest hair is making a comeback but I’m going to wait until I see it on C--- before I make the decision to grow mine out because I’ve kept it trimmed ever since that guy I hooked up with in college, that one who was a swimmer with me but we weren’t out or anything, he told me I looked better without hair and I mean just look at like every magazine that’s out there and you’ll totally agree with me, it just looks better.
Five hundred bucks. Cinq cent dollars. So many fucking pesos that I don’t know if I’ll be able to make rent this month but it’s worth it worth it worth it worth it worth it.
