Hurricane TANK

In a silly twist of events, I left the house last night. Going out in Louisville turns my insides around, it's a non-fabulon of scared fags sans the ability to talk about anything beyond TV.
Then, last night, who do I see trolling the bar? Fucking Tank and Roman. If you don't know who these people are, you're lucky. They're benign, but also a monster in their own right. All those years going to the Eagle and seeing the damage they've done holding court on the patio! They should be in a gay zoo. Not a zoo gays go to, a zoo people go to so they can witness shameless gay realities. Oh, and we know Roman would be throwing shit on people.
I like Tank and Roman, but they live two blocks from me. That is a little close for a SOMA haunting of this magnitude. As a couple, they are a force to endure from a distance. A distance much further away than two blocks.