A Hazy Sunday

SMS. 00.32. (Tom) What? – christian

SMS. 3.18. You awake? – Tom 

SMS. 11.00. Woo hoo. Just finished packing and heading to the airport. Not long now – L(auri) & L(eroy) xx

Josh

Hey, I would have thought that my last email was designed in such a way – maximum pain, maximum sympathy – to attract an immediate response, but no, not with hard-hearted Hanna, German house-frau. Oh no. Nothing. 

Well, there’s a thing for ya.

I tell ya, I’m doing nothing that involves straying far from the mull bowl. Tom says he’s worried about me, has had words with my supplier, who home delivered the very last time, so they were words well placed, hey? Shake of the head. Wide eyes. Nervous grin.

Hu-lloah!!!! Are you in Tahiti?

Hello, you’ve got my attention. Everything is ship shape here.

Was my last email too bleak? I wondered after I’d sent it.

No, no, doll. All happy here!

Manny and I had phone sex last night, quite against his newly chaste state. Married. He’s got a boyfriend named John. Um. Er. Are you keeping up?

It was nice to hear his husky voice scream so exquisitely again.

But basically it been me and me lovely dope! Me and me lovely mull! At this end. Home with just a lamp on. Or even better, in bed with just the blue glow of the box.

How are you travelling my little mate?

christian

I meet Thomas Gregson. He is a writer, writing his family history. We fuck in my bedroom as the sun disappears in the late afternoon. Nice cock, young Thomas. Big. Thick. Uncut. Nice arse, deep and tight.

Aloysius had a red shoe and a blue shoe. They were a pair even though they were different colours. They were designed that way. That was how they were meant to be. He had yellow socks and green socks, they were pairs too. Yellow and Green. Green and yellow. Aloysius used to always put his shoes and socks on before he went out. Red and blue and yellow and green. He liked it that way, he liked to be seen. Some friends thought it was because all his life his father had always been mean. Aloysius said that wasn’t the case at all. What his friends thought was someone being mean, was really just his father’s way of keeping Aloysius on ‘the team.’ That is on his father’s team, all his friends took that to mean. Aloysius told his friends not to be so keen, to blame Aloysius’ dad with all the ills they could see. No, said Aloysius, that is not what he did see. What he saw was Yellow, blue red and green. That was what he liked. That is what made him feel seen. People took notice of his choice of colours in life, that is what made Aloysius feel alive, that is what gave him drive, what made him thrive. But his friends just didn’t feel that jived. 

3pm I went and had a snooze. Too stoned is more the truth.

SMS. 18.01. Miss? Joint? Are you alive? Do you still love me? Joint? – Tom 

Tom came back after the footy. They played at Telstra Dome. St Kilda defeated Melbourne with a final score of St Kilda 16.9 (105) to Melbourne 13.13 (91) so Tom was pleased about that. 

We watched X-Factor

Went to bed at 9.30ish. Too collectively stoned from the weekend to want to go on much more.