USP - Day 3
Floating over the Charles river in a bus full of city people. I tell myself I'm floating because otherwise this cocktail of nerves, booze, and weed might send my vomit floating over the Charles river. I unbutton my jeans and zip them down. I let my stomach float out along the Charles. I love my belly and even though I look hot in tight pants I love setting it free. All elastic waistbands from now on. Or boxers worn under zipped down jeans maybe. I take my jacket off. My cheeks are freakishly red. Bright red. Cherry red, floating over the Charles.