He stripped, got hard, and now is staring at his reflection. At some point, Booster peeled off and went to the bathroom. For dinner, they made junk carbonara from pantry leftovers. They took a walk back home that lasted for what felt like an eternity (ten minutes), during which they listened to Lorde and SOPHIE and split open the most delicious pineapple in the world. Earlier, they had gone to the beach, where the sand oozed between their toes and time lost its militant edge. It’s 2018, and he is tripping balls from the LSD Oreos he took with his housemates on their last full day on Fire Island. Joel Kim Booster is looking at his penis.
