I moved into a shitty Uptown apartment with a friend from school named Jeremy Gautier (go-shay). Jeremy was slender, and he never had to worry about his pants being hemmed. His fair mostly hairless skin draped smoothly over his musculature. He had golden blond hair that was always coifed gentlemanly. He was the epitome of charm and charisma. Standing next to him, I felt like he was Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, and I was his impish sidekick LeFou.
He went to Tulane whereas I got a job as a stock clerk at Langenstein’s grocery on Arabella.
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