Hey kiddies, some retro vodka for you today. Here's an exerpt:
I don't even know his name, and I don't know if I want to. I still search him out every time I go to the grocery store. I still fight the urge to pull him into the elevator with me and hit the emergency stop button. I still want to suck on his distended earlobes while tracing designs on his abdomen with my fingertips...