Friend from Japan
1990-09-28
The 18 year old Japanese boy or maybe man, I couldn't tell, stared at his desk intently as I came in to study every crack like a prospector searching for gold every can canyon Sierra mountain of the desk.
The money on the table slip it between my breasts down under my bra it's my life's work leisurely ambition.
Come here boy, come feel me, I've got your money, can't you see him""
But he doesn't see his eyes plastered go to sleep maybe he's a mystic his god in every crack and cranny that ways look in wisdom of forever, maybe he's just gay.
There was something very special about the light that shined in the skyat night.
They were white just that line.
Beyond it they were brighter, higher hung like thousands of whales; light bulbs screw tirelessly into the night and so thick, like they were