Once I went home with this guy named Brian. He was a barback at Vertigo. Remember Vertigo? I don’t remember too much except that we had sex on a couch under a giant picture of the Nothing’s Shocking cover and he kept telling me to say “I’m coming I’m coming!” The picture was really big, like floor to ceiling.
I also remember his car. It was one of those American classics, restored and painted light blue. He drove me home at five in the morning with the top down. The sky was pink, and I remember thinking how even Sunset Blvd looks lonely that early in the morning.