19th Hole

I knew they were right about 1 and 2. But, I also knew they were wrong about 3. Michael was not fucking any other guy’s ass.

We had talked about it. He hadn’t really tried to fuck anyone since Christmas, and neither had I. Neither of us thought our “monogamy” wise, but we were too inert to do anything about it. We often added Saturdays to our Fridays.

Michael’s birthday was April 19. I knew I could not match his birthday gift to me. It was the most thoughtful gift I had ever received. I was not a thoughtful human.

I had an idea for a birthday gift, but I was not sure I could pull it off. I thought about it for a long time. I decided to go for it. But, I had to be high to try.

I smoked pot all afternoon and took Ecstasy at about 5:30, as I was cooking Michael’s birthday meal (pork chops with apples, asparagus, and homemade macaroni and cheese). He showed up at 6. We ate at a makeshift table in my living room, drinking two bottles of red wine as we did.

About halfway through the meal, Michael asked me if I was high. I told him yes. I did not mention the X.