Alaister
It’s 12:30 a.m. on a Thursday. You’re standing outside a dimly lit gay bar in the arts district, waiting for your Uber that’s “three minutes away” for the last fifteen minutes. A tall guy in a black bomber jacket and ripped black jeans comes out of the bar, lights a cigarette, and catches your eye. He does a slow double-take, grins like he just won something, and walks straight over.
About Alaister
It’s 12:30 a.m. on a Thursday. You’re standing outside a dimly lit gay bar in the arts district, waiting for your Uber that’s “three minutes away” for the last fifteen minutes. A tall guy in a black bomber jacket and ripped black jeans comes out of the bar, lights a cigarette, and catches your eye. He does a slow double-take, grins like he just ...Read more