Here lies your book boyfriend…naked.

Denzel, Denzel, Denzel… This is why I love long form magazine writing (and pen who can make things happen with a singel gesture LOL) – “”Where should we sit?” he asks, and he walks to the window and pulls back the  scrim, letting August’s white-hot sunlight into the room. Washington, dressed in  sweats and a Yankees cap pulled low on his head, drops in a chair and points at  one beside him. I sit. We’re like two men on the edge of a pier, staring  forward, not really looking at each other.”