mr. me too...

I cowered down in my seat. Anthony looked around.
"I don't get it... what are you freaking over?"
"It's my ex's hired goon..."
"What? Jason?"
"No no, Marc... and shut up for a second!" I leaned forward and kept my head down and focused on the remaining pieces of sushi. why the fuck am i always getting in trouble in this place? i guess my ex's liked raw fish...

Anthony tried to look around to see Bents. He looked stoned and didn't even look like he saw me.

I pushed around a bit of eel and offered Anthony my dragon roll. He wasn't interested in the food.
"So, Marc... that was the... gangster?"
"No no, Nam was the gangster. Marc was the one who ran coke for the Hell's Angels."
Shake shake shake of the head.
"Honestly. Doesn't something go off in your head to let you know when something's a stupid idea?"
"I am not taking SHIT from doctor relationship-destroyer!" hiss hiss and a tap of my shoe under the table on his bad knee.
"And you know what it is?" I leered at him and he looked annoyed and wholly bored with me.
"Oh i'm sure it's something that'll gross me out."
"It's all about fucky fuck fucking." I grabbed the side of the table and gave it a little shake.
"Well... I won't lecture you on this. i don't have the energy after eating 30 different types of rolls."
"Don't you want to hear about... you know it."
"No... pass."
"This isn't a game show... you can't just pass the conversation."
"See, you get one pass card per night. one time to trump the conversation and change it."
"There's an inherent risk in doing something like that. I could steer us into something terrible after you use the card."
"Did I say one? It's three actually. Lucky... chinese... thing."
Pause. I stabbed at the eel i had been moping over and tossed it into my mouth. reaching down i pulled out my knap sack and unzipped it.
"Familiar?"
"Oh..."
It was 35 of my swanky russian/czech/slovak-ee dude porn from the mid 90's. transfered from vhs i treasured them although it wasn't exactly shit i left laying around. i had packed them up and i was convinced they were misplaced in my last move. i mean, it's not like you need that shit all the time. but it's something that i eventually thought of to show off. and so began my furious search for one white wine box that was closed up with black hockey tape. Secret Spanky must have borrowed it but got caught in the trap of handing it over as second-hand porn or just keep hiding it... towel closet of all places. i found it and packed it up to take it over to josie's. we were going to rip it all a few times to give out as christmas gifts.
"I'm not mad...any...more about the hidden porn. it's more... dude, let's go get you laid."
"OH... Please..." He muttered and jammed an avocado roll in his mouth.
He tried to hold a straight face.
"Uhh... some of that..."
"What? The tranny stuff? Yeah. I'm unrepentant."
"NO! It's too strange..."
"You watched it though didn't you, you dirty little wanker..."
"IN-advertantly... keep your voice down."
"Why don't you call Dan for a little boot..."
"He'sdatingsomethingsomeone."
"Say... say what?"
"He's datingsomeone."
Blank. Point that pistol down and just BLAST your foot off. awwwwwkward.
"I'm fine with that."
"Yeah-uh-hmmm... Well I'm going to rip this stuff tonight, but when i'm done i'll throw the movies back in the same place. I'll leave it to you to filter the viewing content."
"Thank you."
"Welcome."
Silence... but more the full sighs of getting stuffed at dinner.
"Really, I'm just glad that you jerk off sometimes."
"HONESTLY!"
"Yes, honestly. Let's get the cheque before they kick us out." I ducked my head down and yanked on my heat quickly. "Hey you pick up the tab I'll be outside with the car." Keys already out of his pocket and out the door. I couldn't bear another second thinking that Marc's zombie would recognize me. marc owed me over a thousand dollars... and i wound up holding a few dozen of his lock picking kits. i couldn't meet him to trade off the back payment and the kit... he got mad and said he'd stomp on my face. the goon boy reiterated this fact when he saw me out at the bar. how was it my fault that i was owed... well... i dunno. he was, this, this really cute little wad of sweet... no. not sweetness. more like sincerely adorable but tough. he moved huge bags of coke that he bought directly from hell's angels. he wasn't overt about being a fag, but they knew... it worked well, but for a coke dealer he was awfully broke all the time.
I wonder if marc would pay me back? i'd give his shit back for sure... he'd probably still kick my ass for the hell of it. sigh.
"So was the only attraction to Marc based on him being a badass?"
We walked up the street in the cold wind and sped up our pace.
"No... he was a smart dude... I never thought i'd date again after my first pathetic highschool relationship. he was more in love with another guy but i was a good fill in blah-dee-blah-blah."
"It's always some kind of hoopla with you isn't it?"
"That..." I kept pace and whispered in a strained hiss, "That and PENISES."
"Urr..." He unlocked the drivers door and left me outside. Rattle.
"Open.. OPEN!"
Click.
"Thank you... Let's be mature here."