The Boys of Summer

Refreshing.

The Artist's truck smells like cum.

Chemically, that's the scent you get when you combine chlorine, suntan oil, summer beer and new car smell.

Saturday marked the beginning of summer. Yeah, a week late but the pool was finally open and ready for business. So the Gaggle gathered at HotAss and T-man for a pool party.

We splashed. We drank. We ate. Oh my God, we ate. And a summer thunderstorm put us out. So we do what boys are apt to do. We needed to shop. In the pouring rain.

So we piled into the Artist's new Pathfinder. Sweaty and greasy and more than a little drunk. All seven of us. In the pouring rain.

And with all seven of us packed into that car, jabbering and whining back and forth, the Artist might as well been the soccer mom he longs to be, and we were the bratty neighborhood kids on our way to Chuckie Cheese.