Sitting in some bar and diving into drinks. I stare at some young handsome blond. I wonder how it feel lying beside him. After ten. I'm home. Take a sleeping pill. Getting pancakes after the long sleep. I spot him working at some coffee shop. I order a coffee from him. I imagine him in my bed. Blowing him. I don't even drink coffee.

He stretched wearing his mothers sunglasses on a pool chair, the warmth of the late summer morning shun on his pale skin, like millions of flashes from thousands of adoring fans, snapping photos of a breathless man.