Tom Cardamone

“If beauty was in the eye of the beholder, he was going to be one hell of a beholder.”

“Sure that there was an attainable bliss somewhere beyond the decimal point in the p of his sexual trysts, I felt that maybe he had already attained what I was looking for, a more instinctual regard for sex, an equality among thirsts. He had done what I wanted to do: washed the wound of appetite in a relentless waterfall of sweat and semen.”

“He craved sex and chocolate. Chocolate was his heroin. Men were his needle.”

“Be calm. Keep reading.”