When they returned, there was champagne. A glass was put in my hand, and the bubbles tickled my nose. She kissed me on the cheek, and the two boys disappeared. On the couch, she said she liked the way my pants fit. I touched her tongue with my tongue. We smoked weed. At one point, she said, "I have never been afraid of my body. It's the only thing in the world I can trust."
I said, "Look at the music I listen to. Look at the books. I'm not just some fucking guy. I got shit going on."
-Joseph Musso Jr.
I was Never Cool
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