Past & Future

Past.
Last week I was at the drug store and I saw Tommy for sale.

I made the mistake of spraying a bit on my wrist and smelling it. Talk about taking me back to the past—I was at the University of Wyoming with the first guy I ever explicitly told I was gay. He had just told me he was gay. He wore Tommy. The memories that the scent brings back.

Future.

I’ve been warned that my friend’s father in Kiev thinks that we’ll understand each other perfectly despite the fact that we have no languages in common.

The lubricant will be vodka.

Of course, I really don’t drink that much, so I decided to bring out the bottle of vodka that’s been residing in the freezer for awhile. I didn’t have that much, but I am tipsy already. I really need to build up my resistance or I am going to be an embarrassing representative of the United States.