“Yes,” Howard said.  “Your mother’s been up all night worrying about you.”

“I’ve noticed,” said Tony.  He knew he ought to be annoyed or even disgusted… and he was, kinda, yeah, but he was also glad Donny was safe.  “I’ll get coffee on.  Why do you never show up at three o’clock int he afternoon or something?  Why is it always between quarter to eleven and four AM?”

“I’m really glad to see you. Look, I want to be forward right away and I don’t want to screw anything up..I really want to get my shit together this time..be a good brother..”

DJ Cotrona at Michael Muller’s HEAVEN presented by The Art of Elysium

Sure, Cotrona is handsome, but it would have been nice to say we got a Hispanic superhero to cheer about. Cotrona “ looks” Hispanic so I guess we’ll have to settle for that… again.

“Where have you been this late?” Howard said.  He didn’t shout, but he wanted the truth.

“Uhh. Does it matter?” He asks with a laugh before taking off his jacket.

I don’t really use that blog anymore

“I figured you’d turn up when you got hungry.”