GAY-180 Sweet Meat
Sweet Meat
GAY
(same as HIS69-071)
GAY-180
Sam Malloy
$3.95
Excerpt
Last September was different. There was nobody in the apartment. I was, but not really. My soul was on that plane with Chad, winging for New York City. It was doubtful if anybody would rush in to save Sammy Malloy’s hide if I had carried out my dark intent. I didn’t think I could live without Chad, and Chad was gone and I felt there was no worthwhile future. But then, I thought, What the hell! because at seventeen I still wanted a tomorrow.
It was raining then, just like it was raining last night when I saw Chad again. It just occurred to me that this is a love story.
There’s a girl I know, a fruit fly named June. She’s fifty or so, and often lonely. Shortly after Chad left we were sitting at the Torrid Zone in the bar and she asked me if I’d like to come up to her apartment and hear some old 78 records. I said I would, so we went to Madisonville and she made me a drink and we listened to those old-fashioned lyrics, romantic songs of the thirties and forties. There’s one about leaves of brown that come tumbling down in September, in the rain. All the time Chad was gone I kept thinking about those words and making myself miserable, but it was a good kind of misery, like poking your tongue on the place where your tooth was before the dentist pulled it. And about as easy to avoid.
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