Joey Is A Baby Kangaroo

Joey got depressed today. He was hungover this morning and running on 4 hours of restless sleep. He made it to his job only 10 minutes late. They don't really care if you are late at his colleges library. As long as he had all the books out on the shelf by the end of the day, no one looked a him different. He had to work somewhere while he went to school. Campus jobs were the hot ticket.

The air was thick with sadness. Betty, his boss, broke the news to him, "A girl killed herself on campus this morning".

"What happened?" He started sobering up. Barely.

"She hung herself in her dorm. Her roommate found her. She didn't leave a note or anything. She even had a 4.1 GPA. It must have been boy trouble." Betty was genuinely concerned, but still had a nose for gossip.

Joey had boy trouble too. He would never wrap a rope around his neck. That's so violent. I mean, if you were gonna kill yourself, the easiest way would be pills. Or if it was possible to kill yourself with pillows and candy, then he would pick that. All day, he couldn't shake this sense of doom of humanity.

Joey left work and walked past his ex-boyfriend's favorite coffeeshop. He wasn't there. Joey hadn't seen or talked to him for two weeks and he was slowly sinking into a self-imposed social prison. He was going to put an end to that tonight.

With 100mg viagra in his pocket and a flask of Jim Beam, he headed downtown to a sex party that he knew about. It was for "skater boys" and while Joey never skated a day in his life, he definitely cleaned up real nice and looked enough like a skater boy. The best way to shake his recent slide into Bummed Outville was to have angry sex with strangers.

A boyish tweaker stumbled around the room full of boys. He zeroed in on Joey.

"What's your name?"
"Joey. What's yours?"
"Tim."
"Hey Tim."
"I'm gonna suck your dick."

As Tim sank to his knees, Joey felt happy. Maybe.