Feb. 2010

It's winter, mild and damp. I'm aware of everything. I met him in an alley the first time. I saw the sheen off of his glitter covered dick from a block away. S is his name, Glitter Dick is his alias. He walks these dead streets at night, curbing this city's monotony.
He's not a street boy, he's not one of those cock suckling wanderers either, he has the voice of a million Mariah Carey's, an octave for each of us, and a cock like no one has ever seen before, bedazzled by jewels and sparkle bits. I see him again, he's crossing the Cambie bridge, no doubt seeking out the cheap Saturday night crowd. He'll be their anomaly tonight. Decorate these dead streets why don't we.