Banana acide, acide banana, te quiero o no?
A black gay guy is sitting at a wooden table at a hipster brunch place. He is gossiping with me and some others about his latest dates. His wittiness leaves me cold but I'm fascinated by his choice of words, the inversion of his sentence is rhythmic and strangely poetic.
I tried to fake enthusiasm for what he said - to avoid him and the others realising that I wasn't interested and thus liable for being excluded.
A black gay guy is sitting at a wooden table at a hipster brunch place. He is gossiping with me and some others about his latest dates. His wittiness leaves me cold but I'm fascinated by his choice of words, the inversion of his sentence is rhythmic and strangely poetic.
I tried to fake enthusiasm for what he said - to avoid him and the others realising that I wasn't interested and thus liable for being excluded.
