“Helllloooooooooooo, bitches! 

“No, please, no, no, please, please, sit down, sit down, please sit down, bitches, ‘cause I gots some shit to say. 

(Pause) 

“You, girls---and I say 'girls', because that’s…

I used to steal peaches right off the tree, a Kool-Aid face kid who hopped a chicken wire fence, ran to the trees fast as I could, plucked the fuzzy fruit with a twist and a swoosh of leaves. 

I don’t remember eating them, don’t remember if they were sweet as sunshine, or bitter as a reluctant spring. …

The bar’s centerpiece was a lucite cypress tree, backlit by pink and white fluorescent lights, each level of carved branch and foliage serving as a shelf for bottles of high end liquor, glowing like gemstones on laudatory pedestals.

He wore a fitted sport coat over a pristine white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, staring into a glass of Old Fashioned, poking with a tiny red straw at a slice of…

He was hung, no need to mince words, he was hung like a horse, made Milton Berle look like a Chinese stereotype--

(Oh, now for Pete’s sake, that’s out of line, Joey.)

(Oh God, unclench, I’m dating a Chinese man, I can say whatever I want.) …