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January 2005 / Volume VI / Issue I | |||||||||
Greg Scharf When I was a dumb teenager without condoms at a drive-in The first time I fucked Michelle was at a drive-in somewhere near Huntington Park malt liquor and weed spinning my head like my head was a young child with a loose grip on a playground merry-go-round “Children of the Corn” was on the big screen psycho blond girls and boys with burning bright eyes talked from a metal box hooked to a steamed up passenger window as she laid in the passenger seat and I climbed on top of her and gave the shocks a good workout. We finished and I stumbled from her lowrider into the bathroom and stood on tiptoes to wash my dick in the sink while some kid walked in and laughed and asked, “Does that work?” I said, “Shit, I don’t know. Doesn’t it?” |
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