every day thinking about watching memoryhead apply AXE to his soft, sweaty body each morning. he will look back at me as I get him water from our fridge, with the approval of a father and the homoerotic lust of a roman gladiator. I say "I will see you in the arena when you get home from work"
he puts me on ignore because he is afraid of his own passion but some day I will be in Florida and he will pass me on the street and he will know. he will call out to me and then we will start our lives together, as more than homies but still homies.