11:13 p.m.“Sure. Gay sex The only problem is that my pit stains have since doubled in size, along with other sweat spots appearing on my shirt. I’ll be there in half an hour,” I say, deciding I might as well see where this leads, and doubting there’d be any danger at a hospital.“Alright,” is all he says before hanging up. I’m left staring at my home screen, wondering what in the world was going on with him. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . …St. Ernie dozed off around 4 a.m., his head falling on my shoulder when he truly went under, and I must’ve followed him not long after.He’s still asleep beside me on the bench, sprawled like he’s been thrown out of a bar at closing time. It’s also just very inconvenient. For a second, I just stare at the closed lid.That’s it.I did it.Then a voice behind me makes me nearly jump out of my skin.“Hey, kid.”My whole body jerks forward like I’ve been shot. I grab my phone off the nightstand, squinting against the light as I check the time.
