this morning #84.

this morning, his beard was itching like a fungal motherfucker. thanks for the barber’s itch, maurice! he never should have made out with that dirty canuck but he was a few drinks in & just couldn’t resist. mom would NOT approve…mostly because he was a foreigner. good thing he hadn’t slept with him. chances are that maurice was also wholly infected with a crotch rot he caught by using his european charm. was meeting a stable man who wasn’t afflicted by SOMETHING too much to ask? mid-thirties life was becoming a chore & he feared living his forties solo. this city sapped folks’ energy & expenses. it’d surely sapped his. maybe he was just a sap. at least sap could transform into something sweet.