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Show 186 themselves at the Paper Moon. I tried not to be too judgmental of his physical appearance, as I have always had the feeling that if I live to be old I won't age well, and I didn't mean to hold that against him too much. Still, he looked not unlike a hobbit with leprosy, and I am from Pleasant Grove, Utah, so I reclaimed my hand and silently backed away from the bar and back to our table, like a cartoon character back away from a sleeping giant. "Where's your drink?" Amy asked when I sat down. "What? I don't know. Nowhere. What's with all the questions? Are you going to drink that wet pussy?" Lefty was short and cute and an ex-softball player at the University of Utah. I liked her well enough, except she twice said "hot tamale" out loud when she saw a girl she found attractive. Heidi was an art student at that university, and she had short black spiky hair. She was pretty; I thought she was more my type than Amy's, but then I didn't really know Amy's type. I decided I would do my best to despise Heidi immediately. I wasn't sure what to make of Big Pimpin. She was having an excellent time and was prone to slaps on the back as reward for saying anything that amused her. Even though she did that, and even though she called herself Big Pimpin, I admired her immediately for the energy of her movements. She would swing her whole body around to greet someone approaching, and the arc of her glass moving through the air from the table to her mouth was as fast and fluid as a shooting star cutting through darkness. Well, maybe not. But fast, and fluid, and something welcome that I liked to watch. I |
