the goofy premiere
it was 1995, and it was cold. It was the day my movie, our movie came out. My dad, Papa Goof, and me, Max Goof attended our
movie premiere and I got to sit that next to him. My love. My crush. A goof I would never have a chance with in this lifetime
or the next 5 in a billion years. He sat right next to me. My dad, Papa Goof was on my left, and he the devilishly handsome, mimosa
chugging champion was sitting on my right. About 10 minutes into the movie he leaned over and whispered into my ear. His hot breath went down
my neck, into my nostrils, and into my esophagus. I have never been so sheepish in my life. He smelled of cheap cigarrettes and bomb ass mimosa.
His hand gripped my thigh out of nowhere, and it startled me. A move so bold out of the blue. I was sitting right next to my dad. I can't do this!
I look at him with a look of "What the hell are you doing, Bradley Uppercrust?" and he winked. I was so scared my dad would see us and I would be
grounded. THis is all happening in a movie theater. Bradley took his hand and reached into my shorts, the same ones I skated in the morning before.
I will never wash them now. The smell of mimosa gets me rock hard, but the fear of punishment by my superior papa made my goofy penis shrivel up. He still
continued to play with my innards and my private area. ALl I could think about was Three Beat Slide's "Chore Day."