Drive, she said.
On straddling the rip in the time/space continuum. Drinking, driving, smoking, and speeding. Some nights are just made for that, no matter how fast you've driven, how long, or how far you've come.
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On straddling the rip in the time/space continuum. Drinking, driving, smoking, and speeding. Some nights are just made for that, no matter how fast you've driven, how long, or how far you've come.
Previously published: BUST Magazine Spring/Summer 1996 (as Scarlett Fever) He pushes me inside a yellow cab and stuffs himself in beside me. I hear the first gunshots exploding like Chinese firecrackers in February as the door slams closed. "Drive", he says to the cabbie. "Relax, CeeCee. It's over." He dropped a bloated pink hairless hand …
Previously published: Johns, Marks, Tricks & Chickenhawks (Soft Skull Press, 2013); Best American Erotica, 1995 (Touchstone Book published by Simon and Schuster, 1995 as Scarlett Fever) Originally published: BUST Magazine, Summer/ Fall 1994 (as Scarlett Fever) I paused at the doorway to the dining room of Laurent—it was not quite Lutece, but it was in the same neighborhood, …
Originally published as "Lele" in Hos, Hookers, Callgirls and Rentboys: Professionals Writing on Life, Love, Money, and Sex (SoftSkull, July 2009) I got time to kill. I’m not scheduled to work anywhere tonight and I don’t know what to do with myself. There’s no reason to be home—it’s filthy and me being here …
Because you are 96% water, and I am 96% bread.