Purple Rain (#SLAXL. #AXLROSE #SLASH)

1- Everyday is like Sunday

Today is his birthday

16 years old

Everyday is like Sunday.

It's not only Morrisey's song, it is the pathetic description of his life

His mother prepared a cake for him. Like if she cared about his eldest son...

Hypocrite!

These days are cold and gray. They look identical to his heart fallen condition

No love, no laughs, no place to escape

A small town he hates so much

Flat people who only grow up to be idiots, like their parents.

He has to leave this shitty place as soon as possible, or wait for what he already have here: NOTHING

And, he is still a virgin.

He has lied to his best friend, saying he fucked a dozen of women

Izzy did not believe him, but, anyway, he smiled as if he had. He knows Bill Bailey does not like chicks, even when he is a good pretender

On the other side, crossing the river, a young man plays his guitar. His life is flat and simple: working as a prostitute during the night, playing music and doing drugs during the day. He has to keep his hollow heart silent with something: sex, booze, drugs, whatever

He wishes he could leave this town as soon as possible. Not that he has a destination...not even a company

Every day is the fucking same here. Boredom all around

What is the sense of this stupid life?, he wonders.

He likes fucking women, it is funny and weird at the same time, as he does not do that for free. It is his job, and he would never fuck anyone for free. You want his thick cock, pay for it!. Some women are really kinky, and he loves it. But others are just a fucking disgrace. Anyway, he is a great pretender.

Poor Saul's dick, being demanded every day

He has only women as customers, but...he is ready to accept males as well. Money is an amazing addiction, so give it to him in exchange for his outstanding cock

He published a weird advertisement in a local rock magazine:

'Need love?. Need sex?. I have it all- Curly' 

In other area of Lafayette, Bill is in his bedroom, reading his favourite magazine. He has been beaten up by his stepdad previously. And his mother, again, has just made silence. That monster is not a mother, and Bill hates her each day a little bit more. It does not even dissapoint him anymore, it only makes him stronger, it makes his decision to leave this house as soon as possible, more imperative.

He is soon falling asleep, but a cringe advertisement calls his attention.

What the fuck is he reading? Such a weird advertisement!

He needs to be bold, he needs to stop acting like a kid.

No more waiting for mother love, it will never exist. No more waiting for a saviour, it does not exist. No more begging for attention, his neighbours consider him just a stupid punk and an attention whore.

Whore...that is what that 'Curly' is.

And he needs to know if he can be useful to him, if he can help him lose his virginity.

Saul's telephone rings and a deep voice asks him:

-Can I visit you tomorrow, or is it only a proposal for women?

Saul's first male customer... right there, right now