Even as the Cops Approached
F 3-7
Well here I am at school. The kids are doing their standardized state testing. It's pretty much kickback time for me. We did go to the Goose last night. I had a couple bourbons and a couple of beers. Gip bought one of my bourbons. On the way there, I told the guys how smashed I got at that titty bar in Manhattan when I fell off my chair. We had been taking cabs, but somehow we ended up in my car driving wasted around Manhattan looking for an open liquor store at three fifty in the morning before it became illegal to sell booze at four. Once we had beer, Drew said he was going to get me a hooker. I said I wouldn't get a hooker, but I still drove us around looking. Doing that I made a right turn at a red light which is a no-no in New York. We were laughing our asses off drunk, and when the NYPD flashed their lights, our laughter was not diminished. There were cars parked all along the sides of the street, so there was nowhere to pull over. I just stopped in the middle of the street. Even as the cops approached the car, where we were both sitting with open tall boys between our legs, we laughed. I showed them my license and they noticed the picture of my father in his LAPD uniform with the American flag behind him.
"Who's in the picture?" the officer asked.
"My father," said I.
"Where's he work?" asks he.
"LAPD," I say.
"LAPD!?" he says. "Follow us."
They led us to a place to park my car and told me not to drive it again until the sun came up. "Go get some bacon and eggs," they said.
Drew and I wandered the streets, checking out the twenty-four hour sex shops, and somehow we got separated. For an hour or so I couldn't find Andrew or the car. It was drizzling, but I was hot and sweaty from the walking, so I took my shirt off and was walking Times Square with no shirt at four thirty in the morning. The sky was graying in the East when Drew and I ran into each other in front of Madison Square Garden. Then we stumbled upon the car after another hour of walking around looking for it and drove back to his pad on East Ninth.
John B. came with us last night. He said he's resisted titty bars for seven years, but Gip talked him into going last night. A big nasyt redhead approached me about a table dance. I told her I'd love it but not to waste her time with me. She pouted. I said, " I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you."
She said, "That's your excuse?"
I said, "That's my story and I'm sticking to it."
It's hard enough (pun intended) to keep my dick from exploding at a distance. Who knows what would happen within touching range.
I woke up thinking about Sanyo Bricklayer. I'm suppposed to be going to Pablo's tonight. I wonder if there's any chance of seeing her. We're going to watch the "Hunchback of Notre Dame" today. What else? Esmeralda just offered me a word search.
Well here I am at school. The kids are doing their standardized state testing. It's pretty much kickback time for me. We did go to the Goose last night. I had a couple bourbons and a couple of beers. Gip bought one of my bourbons. On the way there, I told the guys how smashed I got at that titty bar in Manhattan when I fell off my chair. We had been taking cabs, but somehow we ended up in my car driving wasted around Manhattan looking for an open liquor store at three fifty in the morning before it became illegal to sell booze at four. Once we had beer, Drew said he was going to get me a hooker. I said I wouldn't get a hooker, but I still drove us around looking. Doing that I made a right turn at a red light which is a no-no in New York. We were laughing our asses off drunk, and when the NYPD flashed their lights, our laughter was not diminished. There were cars parked all along the sides of the street, so there was nowhere to pull over. I just stopped in the middle of the street. Even as the cops approached the car, where we were both sitting with open tall boys between our legs, we laughed. I showed them my license and they noticed the picture of my father in his LAPD uniform with the American flag behind him.
"Who's in the picture?" the officer asked.
"My father," said I.
"Where's he work?" asks he.
"LAPD," I say.
"LAPD!?" he says. "Follow us."
They led us to a place to park my car and told me not to drive it again until the sun came up. "Go get some bacon and eggs," they said.
Drew and I wandered the streets, checking out the twenty-four hour sex shops, and somehow we got separated. For an hour or so I couldn't find Andrew or the car. It was drizzling, but I was hot and sweaty from the walking, so I took my shirt off and was walking Times Square with no shirt at four thirty in the morning. The sky was graying in the East when Drew and I ran into each other in front of Madison Square Garden. Then we stumbled upon the car after another hour of walking around looking for it and drove back to his pad on East Ninth.
John B. came with us last night. He said he's resisted titty bars for seven years, but Gip talked him into going last night. A big nasyt redhead approached me about a table dance. I told her I'd love it but not to waste her time with me. She pouted. I said, " I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you."
She said, "That's your excuse?"
I said, "That's my story and I'm sticking to it."
It's hard enough (pun intended) to keep my dick from exploding at a distance. Who knows what would happen within touching range.
I woke up thinking about Sanyo Bricklayer. I'm suppposed to be going to Pablo's tonight. I wonder if there's any chance of seeing her. We're going to watch the "Hunchback of Notre Dame" today. What else? Esmeralda just offered me a word search.
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