NEEDLE'S EYE

The marathon blow-job sessions just weren’t doing it for him anymore. Beyond the waves of triple cheeseburger baskets and back-to-back John Woo film festivals, there was something missing in his life. An emptiness deep down that couldn’t be filled up, regardless of the number of lemon Bundt cakes and vanilla-frosted doughnuts that came his way. Sure, he’s bedded plenty of redheads that he’d desired, but each one added up to a total of zero in his mind. The only way out of this life was turning his back on God. Heaven was truly hell.




-SLL