THOMAS WAS A HOMELESS ROMANTIC
Thomas was a homeless romantic, his mullet flapping in the air. Hitching from the midwest to the Atlantic, he could swing it anywhere. Lake Calhoun to Union Square. Fucking on the concrete in the basement of the house where he was raised. Failing under Debbie Doing Dallas, though succeeding in some ways. I’ll top Tom one of these days. And as we lay in his mother’s bed, the sheets are clean for the first time. Is this Edina or Eden Prairie? This bed might as well be mine. Thomas was a homeless romantic, his mullet flapping in the air….
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