80

got loaded one night, reacted and then gotthe regrets
the next day.

“So ten years later they meet a fresh bloke like me
who’s not afraid to camp a bit. Hell, what have I
got to lose. Probably I'll never see them again. If
they insult me, so what? '

“After a few drinks it’s easy. I’'m a pretty big fel-
low. I stand myself at the bar so they can look me
~ over. Get a load of the build. I know where to put
my hands, how to get them wondering what I've
got in my pants. They begin to itch themselves and
start scratching around the right places.

“I know just the moment to pop the room ques-
tion. It never fails. From that moment on it’s easy.
They don’t want any chit chat. Just action—rough
and fast. I dish it out their way. I don’t want any
crying husbands and irate wives on my shoulders.
~ As soon as it’s over they sneak out as though they
were straight on the road to hell. I've gotten my
kicks and go back to the bar for more. There’s
always another one.

“Not every city has closed the cans like this one.
You can always find someone there, another young
husband out for a stroll. Too hot at home, he says.
What a joke? It’s probably 92 in the can, but there
he stands waiting for somebody to take it away from
him.