Everyone loves the garden and right now, with the cool June gloom, and its moderate temperatures, it is a delight to be in. The fountain plays and dabbles water over stones that are green and mossy. The plants are vibrant, colorful with the vegetable garden ripe with cucumbers, garlic, squash, tomatoes and peppers.
There are comfortable cushioned wicker chairs and love seat to sit under a canopy of grapes. You can hear water from the fountain and see most of the gardens from any of the seats. It's very lovely and it's where Golden Boy brings his young friends. Baby-faced bearded boys sporting wisps of hair on jaw and chin. They talk with a good port, fruit and cheese. Golden Boy tells them about his boyfriends. The ones recently found wanting and of course, the woes of finding out what they lack.
It's not like he doesn't have merit in finding their pitfalls. They, so far, have been crazy as all hell. The last one slept all day and stayed up all night. He has insomnia, according to him, but it sounds to me he has bad sleeping habits ladled with poor exercise.
When you're young, you look good no matter what. Sure you can fuck it up, but youth in itself has a beauty. So these poor souls look good now, but wait ten years when they go soft as a spoiled pear. But, in the presence of Golden Boy, listening of the recant from the latest, Romance Gone South, are in rapture to be in his presence. To sip port and bite into soft fragrant cheese while listening to the tales of Golden Boy's forlorn train wrecks.
As they all know, that train wreck was once them.
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