Everest
"I wonder if we can use that to stop the bleeding. If there's a hole in my shoulder, we could put it in?" Ever says of his erection, as if it might be some sort of wad of cotton they could just shove into his wound. The driver is sucking on his teeth and cursing back at Mateo in his mother tongue, and the fact he hasn't been tipped is softened by the fact that the two gay idiots were out of his cab.
'Do I need clothes?' Ever wonders, dazedly, leaning against the wall and pressing his fingertips against it. "If I wear clothes, I have to wash them, and then wear them and wash them, and wear them and wash them and—" Looking over his shoulder dramatically, asks, "When does it end?"
'Do I need clothes?' Ever wonders, dazedly, leaning against the wall and pressing his fingertips against it. "If I wear clothes, I have to wash them, and then wear them and wash them, and wear them and wash them and—" Looking over his shoulder dramatically, asks, "When does it end?"
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
