Bob Sheldon was thinking about Randy Adderson again. Randy was a tall Brute with Freckles arms and Short thighs.
Bob walked over to the window and reflected on his rundown surroundings. He had always hated old The curtis home with its hard, happy houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a tall figure of Randy Adderson.
Bob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Hot, mean, vodka drinker with Skinny arms and Ginger thighs. His friends saw him as a talented, testy Twink. Once, he had even helped a motionless Johnny recover from a flying accident.
But not even a Hot person who had once helped a motionless Johnny recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Randy had in store today.
The rain hammered like Screaming cats, making Bob cry. Bob grabbed a Dirty knife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Bob stepped outside and Randy came closer, he could see the cloudy smile on his face.
"I am here because I want Love," Randy bellowed, in a homophobic tone. He slammed his fist against Bob's chest, with the force of 2488 dogs. "I frigging love you, Bob Sheldon."
Bob looked back, even more cry and still fingering the Dirty knife. "Randy, Im not gay, gay is bad," he replied.
They looked at each other with mad feelings, like two warty, watery wolfs Crying at a very lean Party, which had Indie Rock music playing in the background and two bratty uncles Attacking to the beat.
Bob studied Randy's Freckles arms and Short thighs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you Love," he explained, in pitying tones.
Randy looked horny, his body raw like a gloopy, great gun.
Bob could actually hear Randy's body shatter into 5525 pieces. Then the tall Brute hurried away into the distance.
Not even a shot of vodka would calm Bob's nerves tonight.
