“So I’ll
call you tomorrow?” Josh said pointing to me. His lisp dragged out the S in so
in a unique hissing way. His Mohawk was matted down against his head, and his
eyeliner was running. He looked like a man in drag that had been crying, but it
was obvious from his clothes, hair, and the weather that he in fact was not.
“Sounds
(
Read more... )