Joey Is A Baby Kangaroo 2

Joey was the least alcoholic member of his family, which was why it was surprising that his brother was telling him to go to rehab - (no no nooo). Joey lived with his older brother, Andy, in a dirrty loft space in Williamsburg. Andy used the roomy area to host bear and cub sex parties and on those nights, Joey had to find another place to crash. For a free place to sleep, Joey supposed it wasn't all that bad. He sat up and took his liquor soaked t-shirt off and threw it behind the bed.

"You smell like gasoline, Joey, What the fuck?"
"It's rum."
"You're supposed to put it in your mouth."
"You just love to tell me that, don't you?"

Andy was adopted. His alcoholism didn't come from the family gene pool. Joey's parents had adopted him before they had Joey because the doctors said they couldn't get pregnant. After eight years of raising someone else's kid, Joey came along and surprised everyone. "Mommy's Miracle", as he was known. He was about five years old when Andy started making Joey suck his dick.

"Joey, will you help me clean up these cumrags?"
"No."
"I'll give you twenty bucks. I got another bear party tonight."
"OK."
"It will be over early. I have to work early. You don't have to stay out all night."
"Fine."

Joey planned on using the twenty bucks to go to a movie. The new "rockumentary", or whatever, about Edith Piaf had just been released. You wouldn't know it to look at him, but Joey was a real big fan of French pop-culture. He always wanted to see the Eiffel Towel and seemed to have a craving for crepes more often than the normal person. Actually, that craving was probably just a food craving. He was always hungry.

Andy was masturbating in the shower, his firm, round stomach was outlined by the steam which was filling up the room. Joey threw the towels in the washer with a shit ton of bleach and went to the deli to get a fucking sandwich and a cold Snapple - The Official Beverage of New York.