i want to make you move, because you're standing still

There were only three rules to the evening:
1. No yawning.
2. No pouting.
3. No puking.

Everything was fine, until the swingers showed up. Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean that I want to kiss every woman at a bar. Gross...

Even to strangers, I'm a target. Why would I want to pay money to be a bar only to listen to your problems? How do these people find me? There will be poems about the topic of this post, but for now...there will be much sleep.

Good night, world, and to the cop who followed me all the way home.

Also, just for fun.