Creak

I was feeling restless and was thinking of doing a mini tour of some East Village gin joints. I consulted this weeks fag rag, counted the 87 dollars in my pocket and then checked my checking account. Nothing sounded inviting enough to spend all or part of my 87 dollars. I decided to have a couple cocktails in my air conditioned room and get up early to walk my dog before the heat gets really bad. I had an offer last night to get together with a POZ bottom and his 22 yr. old POZ "twink" friend. I'm assuming that's the truth I have no idea. I decided I wasn't in the mood and it was too hot. I'm getting old.