Friday the 13th
Surrounding my breakfast counter were unlikely people united only by the sweet sensual mango we were all enjoying in the afternoon of Friday the 13th.
My kid, who ate the most, was at the center of the mango fest. Jay was there, of course, the host of this impromptu party. There was Misty, the Malaysian transvestite in a red dress and black stilletoes. There was Chance, the young clown who juggled to cheer my kid while Jay pulled out a stubborn splinter. There was Sam, the hot surfer scientist and object of my lust. Every so often our neighbor, Vlad the Inhaler, showed up to update us on the puppy count and the status of his birthing female pitbull. There couldn’t have been a party with more dissimilar guests, not unlike the host who is a man of contradictions and limitless imagination. Another extraordinarily beautiful day in the life that Jay breathes into mine.
