11/7
In Pittsburgh, in apartments that look like they have been transplanted from Hong Kong, or vaguely reminiscent of British colonialism, or both, sitting on my miniature balcony, waiting for friends to arrive. It’s raining, and my feet are up on the red railings, and I am sipping lemonade.
The guys I know arrive, and there is a series of complications, of explanations I can no longer remember, and I am coerced into sleeping with one of them, before watching them all have some sort of blood-sacrifice-orgy, and I am watching, and intrigued, and then they bring out dogs, and I am disgusted, and I leave before the bestiality can really begin, outside into the rain, walking and wandering the city.
In the rain, with a former teacher and her friends, by Soldiers and Sailors, I pick up a bottlecap from the ground and make a wish.
