Strangers in the Night



By Alberto Pupo

The sun rises without a hitch he feels like a million dollars ( a stupid cliché). At the kitchen he serves himself a glass of Gin and Tonic and praises the lord that he has not been hoodwinked into marriage. A bachelor equals power without the added baggage like responsibility. He scours the daily paper, in summary the world is in the shitter and continues to fall deeper. He likes to refer to this as Republicans taking over. Sometimes he wishes for a normal legacy like a father who dabbled in politics. Many times he visualizes himself naked before a podium, but somehow feeling aroused (by the pretty little number in the sun dress who is for some reason fixated on his John Thomas?) Continue reading