The Future
“I’ll be out back, having an orgy, if you need anything.” Famous last words. My father was a driven man, he made his money often and thoroughly through ventriloquist sex ventures sponsored solely by the “Gay and Lesbian Avenue” street clubs. A strange man for strange times. A shifting spoon ladled pizza into my parfait of choice: crackers. “How bout another jolly?” asked my spiffster. “No thanks,” I courteously replied, “I’ve been on the dolly for upwards of twelve gawks now.” It was a hard life, traveling with the touring sex rodeo. But one had to make a living somehow. Nightly news, daily dribble—it’s all the same nowadays. The only real entertainment left is in the whirling woozle circuses.
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