Then there was New Year's Eve. Another fifth element to my apocalypse. Danny took me to a concert at the Metro and there I got drenched in Russell Simmins sweat. We celebrated afterwards by juggling a small bottle of very expensive wine and yelling
"...yaaa yaaaa 1998 mutherfuckkaa..."
Swig.

I don't have deep feelings for Danny but that night, that first morning in brand new 1998 triggered some sort of testosterone un-balance.

I was horny.

I licked him on his lips and he grunted then took me down.

That was a memorable New Year's. yaaa yaaa

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