Occasionally, I emerged from a blackout in Van Cortlandt Park at the end of the 1 train line, or at some other infrastructural extremity of New York City, having missed my transfer hours before. Of course, my routine was often foiled by my body’s protests against this lifestyle. I got back on the train, returned home, and read until eight or nine, when I passed out on the couch or slumped over the kitchen table, only to wake later in the day and begin the cycle again. I went out seven days a week, and unless I met someone and went home with him, I flitted among various gay bars in Manhattan and Brooklyn until four in the morning. My two roommates - another aspiring novelist in the program and his girlfriend - watched me with a surprise that turned gradually to boredom as I put on my leather jacket or rolled my shorts halfway up my thighs, shoved a book in my pocket, and left the apartment. I drank three bottles while I finished writing for the day. I got dressed up around dinnertime and left my graduate dorm for the bodega on the corner, where I bought a six-pack of beer with the most efficient alcohol content/price ratio. After work, I returned to my apartment on 114th Street and wrote for several more hours. I left campus for a job tutoring private school students on the Upper West Side. Every day, I woke up around noon and wrote for a couple of hours before class. Reeling from my own failed relationship, with all the unwanted things it had taught me about my psychology, I balanced my graduate studies with an ambitious gay bachelorhood that I managed to sustain for no more than a year. I was in a strange position myself at this point in the “program” (as we called it) - a name that made earning a master’s of Fine Arts sound like completing the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. He was afraid to read The Sluts (2004), because he had recently been through a breakup and he was concerned that a narrative about a group of middle-aged men who become obsessed with a prostitute named Brad, using internet chat rooms to describe his torture and death, might mar his sense of the possibilities of single life as a sexually active gay person. The only other openly gay student in my writing cohort, K., recommended the George Miles Cycle (1989–2000) and God Jr.
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