A and I were riding our bikes to a party in West Oakland. Close to midnight, we careened toward the lawn crowded with beer cans and people dressed in black and dirt. In that context we must have looked like a snake-hipped Flossie and Freddie, both in our favorite red hoodies, our blond heads cutting down the middle of the street like headlights. A tall, gloriously drunk guy with old school metal hair stood alone in the middle of the lawn, a drink in each hand. As we cruised up to the house, he raised both beer cups to the sky and called out to us:
"Baywatch! Save me! I'm drowning!"
June 4 pm
What cherub babies
I'd lick like tiger cubs. If
you weren't arrested.
-for AT
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
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