Chris Isaak

SAN FRANCISCO DAYS by CHRIS ISAAK. Story by Virginia Muzik

Later, it’s six of us at a workmate’s one-room apartment, watching videos, drinking, talking. He and I sit on the bed, a purring cat between us. Kitty’s tail flicks against my thighs as he strokes one end, I stroke the other, our hands sometimes touching: poor kitty a conduit for the swollen energy between us.

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