The Kings Of Cool

106

John pulls on his slacks and walks back into the living room.

He’s fucked out.

Taylor wasn’t a ride, she was the whole amusement park.

Six Flags.

Magic Mountain.

Knott’s Pussy Farm.

That girl Kim, the mule, is on the couch next to a life-size Ken doll who looks like he just had his head handed to him.

She’s sitting there like there isn’t a drug-crazed orgy going on all around her, like there’s not a pistol on the coffee table at her demure knees. Like she’s about to answer questions from Miss America judges and then twirl fire batons while singing a medley from Oklahoma! but whatever, because speaking of fire there is one.

Outside, the sky is on fire.