Jerk boys

We walked by your bedroom. I waited for your silhouette. My company bores easily and inquired why I stood tranced upon a dirt- caked window. I shrugged to avoid a long explanation. The night still young so we take to his place for whiskey neats. I ask to see his guns after all the impromptu bragging of his artillery collection. We take turns “scoping” I-5, a few cars driving pass. I imagine blowing him as he holds the rifle. I was feeling like sex, then I ate too many jalapeño chips.