From aya
Noctua has the demeanor of a gentleman of days gone by.
Drunk, heartbroken, and emotionally vulnerable, I came to him for comfort and support. I cried on his shoulder, puked on his shoes and solicited him for sex.
He offered me tissue, wiped off his shoes and hailed me a cab, offering his jacket to keep me warm.
Our paths only crossed that once...perhaps I'll tack on a happy ending to that story, sell a screenplay of it to Hollywood, and pretend that it's all fiction.
Drunk, heartbroken, and emotionally vulnerable, I came to him for comfort and support. I cried on his shoulder, puked on his shoes and solicited him for sex.
He offered me tissue, wiped off his shoes and hailed me a cab, offering his jacket to keep me warm.
Our paths only crossed that once...perhaps I'll tack on a happy ending to that story, sell a screenplay of it to Hollywood, and pretend that it's all fiction.