Wednesday, November 15, 2006


In this photo Nimoy looks like a Ukrainian thug I once dated. Gennady had the same sexy, sleepy-eyed, bee-stung lips thing going. The same beautiful hands. He weighed about 165, and 32lbs of it hung between his legs. I swear. It looked like a baby's arm. Holding an apple in its hand. I was like, no way.

The relationship was exhilarating in a scarycrazy, I-was-young-and-stupid kind of way. He always had a big-ass wad of cash and wore a different Rolex watch every time I saw him. It took me about three weeks to figure it out.

Gennady...disappeared. I didn't miss him.

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