My exes just keep dropping. Sam died. My first, my most hysterical high school heartthrob, the most Mick Jagger-like. Redder than rubies and bigger than Texas were his lips. The last I heard from him, he was working with Amazon, early in 1999, said he’d be in Oakland soon visiting his brother, and then never called. Someone said he retired early and squandered his pre-internet bursting-bubble fortune up his arm or nose, I can’t remember which–or was it both? He died of renal failure, at 42. Manny, Michael, Geraldo, and now Sam. What a fabulous bunch of queens to share an afterlife.
Tales of Post-Twinkie Ennui