Baby Tyrone (S)
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Accounting |
| Location | New York, United States |
| Introduction | when the angels came down for a night, on leave, and got lit and ran over that kid you knew. I was in the back bathroom figuring out lipstick and had no time – if only I’d been paying more attention; sometimes all the everything I missed gangs up on me, gathering in my stomach making me run for it..... then there are the freezers and the streetlights and the cigarette burns and the half-conversation we had that afternoon way before I knew you. summers always pass so quickly like a grass storm I never know how far to drive before it’s safe to stop and look behind. after midnight gas stations love me and I love them back. my mother has dreams of me dying in car wrecks; her concern: who’ll be at my funeral since she doesn’t have my friends’ numbers. what if I dropped out, went to work in a peanut shell dive bar in a city where nobody knew me. would they let me sing on weekends? so I’m making a list. but I have to stop every few minutes and go sit in a corner until it passes. if you’ve got a song you’d like to sing I’m here. teach me the chorus, take my hand, step to the microphone. red curtain, tight spot. let’s show them all what we’ve got. |
| Interests | People, Drinking, Literature, Literature about Drinking, Drinking about People, funny voices |
You can punch a hole in an apple using a straw. How do you think that makes your milkshake feel?
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