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off into the night to the Gentlemen’s Lounge in Yonkers.
    From the passenger’s seat in Kamikaze’s ride, Chulito watched Brick cross the street with Crystal bobbing on his shoulders. He wondered how Brick managed to stay friends with Julio and stay ahead of all the homo rumors.

Chapter Three

    A strong stream of piss splashing loudly in a toilet bowl across the room brought Chulito back to the conscious world. His auditory nerves twitched and his eyelids lifted slowly to reveal a fuzzy view of a ceiling fan spinning lazily and sending down a soft warm breeze on his face. Ah, he could feel his face. With every blink, the room came more into focus. He was in Kamikaze’s crib called cielo which means heaven, but was just on the other side of the Bruckner Expressway near Longwood Avenue in a building that got fixed up and went condo. Kamikaze had BG, one of the guys from Tats Cru Graffiti Mural Kings Inc., paint the apartment’s ceilings and walls to resemble a sunny blue sky with puffy clouds that glowed in the dark so they could be seen at night. Plush white carpets covered all the floors in the apartment except for the kitchen which had smooth, white, marble tiles. The white overstuffed couches were like giant, cumulous clouds parked around the expansive sunken living room. Kamikaze believed that with all the shit he’d done on earth, he’d never make it to heaven, so he created it in the Bronx.
    Chulito’s neck muscles joined the awakening and he turned to see Kamikaze standing over the bowl with his back to him and from between his legs the golden pee shimmered in the late morning sunlight. He wore briefs (he only wore briefs because he said his low hanging balls needed support) and the elastic waistband dug into the top of his ass as he pulled down the front. His legs were hairy, which contrasted his smooth back and on his wide shoulders he had KAMIKAZE tattooed in cobalt blue letters with red, orange and yellow flames rising from them. His waist was small and although his butt was covered Chulito could see the two indentations that sat right above each cheek.
    The pissing trickled and stopped. The last few drops were squeezed out and Kamikaze tucked himself away. Chulito shut his eyes so he wouldn’t get caught watching, then as the toilet flushed he pretended to wake up. Kamikaze turned. “Glad to see you survived last night.”
    Chulito sat up on his elbows and felt like the room shifted forty five degrees, so he plopped back down.
    “Suffer, papa. ¿Pa’ eso bebe? Hope you learned your lesson not to mix liquor.” Kamikaze teased.
    Chulito pressed his knuckles into his temples. “What the fuck happened, Kaz?”
    “You couldn’t get hard.” Kamikaze ran and leaped onto the sofa bed.
    “Ow, don’t make the bed shake, bro.”
    Kamikaze sat cross-legged on the bed. Chulito could see the folds of skin from a hairy testicle through the loose leg band. The stale smell of Kaz’s cologne sent an electric thrill through Chulito that made his heart race. He turned on his stomach to press down on the awakening in his groin.
    “You got fucked up within an hour after we got to the club. We had the hottest mamitas over to lap dance and you kept saying, ‘My shit won’t go up. Somebody put something in my drink so my shit won’t go up.’” Kamikaze laughed and smacked Chulito’s butt.
    “Ow. Chill wit dat, yo.”
    “Man, you held on to those dancers like your life depended on it. Remember the one named Veronica who was into you? She buried your face in her tetas and the guys chanted, ‘Dale leche, dale leche.’ Man, she would have been here, too, if you hadn’t passed out.” Kamikaze stretched out beside him and hugged a pillow. He raised his two thick, beautiful, black eyebrows. He looked like he was half Chinese and half Puerto Rican. His skin was the color of soft chocolate ice cream, with a short nose and high cheeks. Kamikaze trimmed his moustache close to his lip to the point that it was barely