Cup Weekend
Pffffff! I had to go to work. How was your long weekend, they all asked. “Oh yes, good. I… um…” did ice for the first three days, and pulled off a straight boy for three days, I wanted to say. “Had a quiet one,” I said. “How was yours?” They all had quite ones; a couple of bbqs. Big Steve was down the caravan park at Philip Island. Little Steve was with his fiancĂ© Anna all weekend. Little Steve backed the Melbourne Cup winner. Big Steve complained about his bad back. Little Steve complained about the kilos he’d put on. I was good until about 3.30pm, that first day, then I started to get really tired. Ben and I went all Friday night. Then Saturday afternoon. Then Sunday afternoon. Once you've puffed the "pipe" everything looks sexy, because everything is. That it the fun side of meth, that nobody wants to tell you about. You can go anywhere you want in your mind. Towels, blankets, lube amyl. The boys in the porn look like gods. Ben looked hot in his t-shirt and jocks. Then...