The Game’s fluorescent open sign always flickering across the screen, beckoning any off-hour hungry nomads. Stragglers are just suckers for the Game. 

Semantic satiation. I think it’s come to that. And I’m not talking about the boys and their antics of sanitation if you thought I misspoke.

Trash art is a telling illustration of the waste the boys leave behind; the trash thrown to the side almost too overwhelming to be accidental.

Miller finds beauty, but mostly convenience, in the same empty couch where I can never un-see the years of piled unsanitary abuse.

Do not be fooled by the boys’ addiction to working out and their far from modest comments directed at their muscle growths.