MONDAY
1:44 a.m. My friend Mike and I are doing some solid blow (for France) at Silencio. The US women’s volleyball team is here. Wearing their silver medals. I keep flirting with their boyfriends. Until some French twink asks me for a cigarette and I steal one from someone so I can talk to him.
I’m not sure which room we’re in or what I’m doing until out of nowhere he takes a sip of my vodka soda and says: did you imagine your life would turn out this way.
No, I tell him. Did you. But he doesn’t answer and tugs at his dick. There’s a photo of two guys wrestling on a beach by the door.
