Chapter 9: Donlito Visited
One week later I decided to start my life over again and felt better about who I was as a single man.
My Frontier was back in the drive and fully repaired. The grease monkeys at Justin’s No-More Junkers did a fine job. Justin treated me like gold and only charged me a portion of the bill, which made me very happy.
Eight days after my tryst with Donlito and I ended up at Club Sustantivo again, which had more men inside it than a skin flick star. The ultra-modern music roared and drinks were clicked together in dramatic toasts. The club was filled with queer pilots, bankers, sexy dentists, firemen, greasy mechanics, and a dozen or more different types of men. Four shirtless bartenders worked the two bars, zipping to and fro. The college boys were earning the bes
