“Shag, Eat, Drink, Sleep, Shag”
Three, four, five.
No, wait. Six. He had six piercings on his left ear.
Three. Had three piercings on his right ear.
One. One piercing under his lip.
Two tattoos. One on his back, another on his ankle.
Aside from all of this and the Korean pretty-boy face and the Queen’s English, it was like staring into a mirror.
Luis
“Today? Wednesday? Friday?”
“How about Wednesday, Luis?”
Luis is our cleaning man. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday he pops into the office and proceeds like clockwork to dust, sweep and wipe his way into abandon. He’s very unassuming, barely speaks a lick of English and, standing at five feet tall, reminds me of what my grandfathers would have probably looked like had I knew them.
“Today? Friday? Monday?”
“Not today; Monday please? Thank you, Luis.”
DSuke, the “Fuck-You Boy”
It may look pretty outside, but that’s just an illusion. Three days into spring and it still feels like the middle of January. The heat didn’t come on last night, and so I spent the evening wrapped in down and cotton. Luckily I have had the occasional warmth in the form of a very handsome guy from Japan. I call him DSuke, but am thinking about calling him the “Fuck-You Boy,” after Soon’s very flattering exclamation upon seeing his picture. “Fuck you, Charlie! Fuck you!” Because really, he is truly very handsome enough to warrant uncensored cries of envy from friends. We have nothing in common. He hardly speaks a lick of English, and I have about forgotten most of my Japanese, but there is one language we can communicate in, very well in fact. And after we fuck we’d lay beneath the glow of my computer screen and teach each other words, because that’s the only thing left to do.
The View From My Desk
I looks and feels like a frozen hurricane outside.
Charlie’s Twitterlife for February 26
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3:36pm | Posted a tweet on Twitter.
Hiroko’s place was full of Japanese cuties today. What’s up with that.
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Tuesday Drinks
I was chatting with my friend Eric over drinks last night, and the subject of the Recession came up. The Recession has been a popular topic as of late, and this conversation was not really different than the others: tallying the increasing number of unemployed friends; lamenting the loss the parents’ retirement savings; fearing that iron curtain that could any day now fall down on our careers.
Charlie’s Twitterlife for February 24
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6:28am | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
Wakened by the sounds of helicopters outside. Can’t sleep. Wondering what’s up.
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Charlie’s Twitterlife for February 22
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7:14am | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
Covered in glitter.
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6:40pm | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
Heard Cynthia screaming in the kitchen. Apparently a gigantic cockroach just crawled into my bedroom. Going to have nightmares tonight.
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Charlie’s Twitterlife for February 21
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2:32am | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
Paprika-spiced potatoes for dinner. And, that egg salad sandwich. Doesn’t go so well with spinach.
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3:34am | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
Sitting next to a Thai family on the train. Listening to them speak makes me miss the fam.
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7:48am | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
I’m getting too old to hang out this late at night.
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8:13am | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
@KillerRobot I’m so happy to hear that it wasn’t worse!
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5:00pm | Charlie posted a tweet on Twitter.
Had a nice dream about being President of the United State. Power…
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The Boiler Room
Jonni is going to look exactly the same in twenty years. Lucky bastard’s never going to age.