To my utter surprise, I saw Amazon Don on the opposite side of the club. He talked to a gingerhead with plump lips and sparkling blue eyes. The television star was dressed in his normal attire: khaki shorts and shirt, bootie socks, and boots. The two talked for quite some time, kissed once, and drank from the same beer bottle. When the bottle of beer was empty, Gingerhead ordered a new one.
Donlito did not see me opposite him. Once, his gingerhead friend made eye contact with me, but just for a second. Their ten-minute conversation turned into fifteen minutes. They laughed, collided their chests together, and held hands. Then the zoologist took the redhead into a semi-dark corner where they heavily kissed with extended tongues. Their hands cupped and twisted inflated pecs, biceps, shoulders, and ripped stomachs. It was a train wreck that I couldn’t stop watching, consuming their dirty business.