Fuck, Marry, Kill
Take me home and fuck me like it’s the end of the world.
He met her in a bar in New York City the night before the Lockdown hit. Outside the bar, the downtown streets brayed with energy. Those who walked out there did so as a self-selecting crowd, willing to break curfew, risk arrest, fall down drunk, get laid, catch the God-damned Tehachapi Flu and die, all in one fell apocalyptic swoop. It was the night before the pandemic closed down an unflinching pit bull of a city, with s...