CASE 6: NORTHEAST LA VICE, Part 1

I leaned back onto the hood of his old BMW. It was still warm from the drive over. That and my suit jacket helped fight off the chill of the evening. I took a puff off my vape pen, a single use one that I felt very bad about¹, and shivered. The sun had nearly set and already North East LA was getting cold. “I had a date,” I admitted. “I’d been very excited for it — the pre date text prattle was top notch. We played off each other like a pair of Olympic fencers; joke, flirt, pun, flirt, pun, joke. I felt like I was at summer camp, you know? Filled with excitement, painfully aroused.” “Summer camp for me was being the only latin kid at ‘Commodore’s Sailing Academy for Young Gentleman,” Santi sighed. “ Exciting? Never. Erotic? Occasionally.” <a href="https://alexshifman3.medium.com/case-6-northeast-la-vice-50138b9118ef">Learn More</a>