this was my mother. i wondered if her death would release me or if i was doomed to norman bates territory. he will be here in five minutes. half an hour later, after i squeezed. we were awkward as wall flowers. the lamp was already blazing with intensity. my growing hard on he seemed amenable. he got cold feet? may be he lost interest. ben shrugged. who knows. i would be with us in the second. i am serious. don t you feel abandoned. it s a three way honey, i don t think two people can feel abandoned. he might be late. i looked at the clock again. 25 minutes. only hustlers can get away with that. he s not a hustler? ben turned and looked at me. you think i bought us a hustler? how pathettic tic do you think we are? i sort of felt like he targeted us. i didn t get that sense. may be i m wrong. ben smiled. you are disappointed. no , i said, no just annoyed. he pulled down the waist band. i don t need a mercy suck. he looked up. mercy suck. whatever. undeterred ben got down t
fatigues. apparently impressed. it ain t worth the bus fair half the time. patrice shrubbed. if a sister has a plate of ribs, there s no way to held her attention. ben and i laughed. i m serious. tickled to his response. i am up there working my ass off and they are sitting down there with their press on nails. tough crowd. they say they like the mens, he drew out the last. but they don t like the mens like the mens. they don t tip as good either. he came to the bed until we came his naked book ends. he laid there for a while. be well my brothers. he said at the door. [applause] good even and welcome. jack hirschman. he has been a poet in san francisco from 2006. his powerful voice set the tone, his latest book, all that s left . my voice is a little untuned. very simply so they are not any question of anxiety or worry. on march 14th, i decided to take an operation on my carotted artery and therefore. i don t want to go out by a stroke. i would rather go out another way. t
head if it wasn t attached. this was my mother. i wondered if her death would release me or if i was doomed to norman bates territory. he will be here in five minutes. half an hour later, after i squeezed. we were awkward as wall flowers. the lamp was already blazing with intensity. my growing hard on he seemed amenable. he got cold feet? may be he lost interest. ben shrugged. who knows. i would be with us in the second. i am serious. don t you feel abandoned. it s a three way honey, i don t think two people can feel abandoned. he might be late. i looked at the clock again. 25 minutes. only hustlers can get away with that. he s not a hustler? ben turned and looked at me. you think i bought us a hustler? how pathettic tic do you think we are? i sort of felt like he targeted us. i didn t get that sense. may be i m wrong. ben smiled. you are disappointed. no , i said, no just annoyed. he pulled down the waist band. i don t need a mercy suck. he looked up. mercy suck. whateve
i know. especially with a condom on it. he cleaned up at the sink. he started gathering up his clothes. hang with us for a while. busy day tomorrow. my other job, bacheloret party. i strip for private parties. that s what this is for. he was stepping into his fatigues. apparently impressed. it ain t worth the bus fair half the time. patrice shrubbed. if a sister has a plate of ribs, there s no way to held her attention. ben and i laughed. i m serious. tickled to his response. i am up there working my ass off and they are sitting down there with their press on nails. tough crowd. they say they like the mens, he drew out the last. but they don t like the mens like the mens. they don t tip as good either. he came to the bed until we came his naked book ends. he laid there for a while. be well my brothers. he said at the door. [applause] good even and welcome. jack hirschman. he has been a poet in san francisco from 2006. his powerful voice set the tone, his latest book, all t
this was my mother. i wondered if her death would release me or if i was doomed to norman bates territory. he will be here in five minutes. half an hour later, after i squeezed. we were awkward as wall flowers. the lamp was already blazing with intensity. my growing hard on he seemed amenable. he got cold feet? may be he lost interest. ben shrugged. who knows. i would be with us in the second. i am serious. don t you feel abandoned. it s a three way honey, i don t think two people can feel abandoned. he might be late. i looked at the clock again. 25 minutes. only hustlers can get away with that. he s not a hustler? ben turned and looked at me. you think i bought us a hustler? how pathettic tic do you think we are? i sort of felt like he targeted us. i didn t get that sense. may be i m wrong. ben smiled. you are disappointed. no , i said, no just annoyed. he pulled down the waist band. i don t need a mercy suck. he looked up. mercy suck. whatever. undeterred ben got down t