New York Story Night #56

Part one of five parts

It looked like some sort of a sick, bizarre sculpture or photography project, what was in that bathroom.

He pulled his dick out a lot in public, after hitting puberty.

There was a brown leather belt tied around his neck, which had snapped in the middle.

He shared a space with us only literally.

I saw silence in the room. Nobody’s lips moved.

As always, Thank you, Randy!

Authors
Chuck Palahniuk