#youngerman

Jack Youngerman

Ram

1959

Oil on canvas

Jack Youngerman | Black, Orange, White

Jack Youngerman | Blueglide

“Dang!” “Bad word.” “In this case, a bleeding bad word, please. Huh!” “I am curious about this person’s age and gender,” Toya said. “I say sixteen. Female,” Sybil said. “My guess too,” Abigail said. Toya sighed. “That will be tough. Let’s read please.” Dear, BSS Crew. My name is AC. I am eighteen, going on nineteen, and a lower-six student at a school where my mother is a teacher. My mom…

“Hmm, how much younger?” “Age is a number.” “I couldn’t care less.” “Well, age is just a number but what about the character and level of maturity?” Toya shrugged. “I am one of those people who can’t marry a younger man.” “You talk of marry?” Abigail chuckled. “I can’t date a younger man.” “What if you don’t know?” Sybil said. “Or do you ask the first time you meet, how old are you?” “I’d…