Chapter 6
Yoshi: Three stars. Wearing pink. Doc. Middle-aged. Carries some extra weight. Heavy. Worst haircut I’ve ever seen. I do like hot nerds, though. How long has it been since I’ve been wrapped in the cozy arms of a cushy, soft man to make me feel safe when I don’t and warm when I’m cold?
When AC thought back to what he’d written about Rick, Manny, Emery, and Rohan, he regretted even starting his stupid notebook, the one with the unfair, mean, and childish ratings. He’d change every one so far. Hell, if he could go back, he wouldn’t start it at all. AC wished he could just burn the damned thing as he put his hand in Yoshi’s for a shake.
Murphy had asked when they might stop for the night. Twelve guys in all, AC figured maybe after the sixth. The halfway point seemed to make sense.
