CODY’S ROOFTOP.
RYAN’S 30TH BIRTHDAY BASH.
The very drunk Ryan slurs, “I don’t want water, Larry.” He looks at me and rubs his crotch, “Larry, you know what? You’re hot. I’ve always thought so. I’m just a slut. Wanna fuck?” He grabs his bulge, “Climb on board.”
I sit with him and squeeze his leg, “You’re not a slut, Ryan.”
“I am. I use men. I don’t mean to, but I do. Pete. Poor Pete. Luke. Corey. Mano. Even Cage. I’m 30 now and where am I? Cody has Jae. Pete’s got Paul. Did you see Luke with Jamie? Why can’t I figure out my life, Larry?” Oh great. Drunk and regretful. Kind of young for this, but I was the same at 50, wondering where time had gone. “Do you think I’m a bad person, Larry?”
“I am. I use men. I don’t mean to, but I do. Pete. Poor Pete. Luke. Corey. Mano. Even Cage. I’m 30 now and where am I? Cody has Jae. Pete’s got Paul. Did you see Luke with Jamie? Why can’t I figure out my life, Larry?” Oh great. Drunk and regretful. Kind of young for this, but I was the same at 50, wondering where time had gone. “Do you think I’m a bad person, Larry?”
