BOY He's such a gay boy. Is it in his body, gorgeous and immaculate, the body I would swallow whole if only I could. Is it in the way his black clothes cling to his body as he walks, down the corridor and away from me standing here envious of them.
Prep school is a pinball machine.
A pinball machine with a dress code. They bounce around the table trying to score as many drugs and kegs, as much pussy as they can before they finally fall into the inevitable abyss at the bottom. Ah, high school. The ceiling lamps bathe the lobby in an ethereal glow. The white light of salvation.