keeper tracks led away from the table in the blood-soaked floor . i shove him , but he does n't budge . it reminds me of how uncomfortable i was in my high school cafeteria , where the football players made out with girls all the time , slipping their hands under shirts and skirts . the jam , my boy , at your elbow there , simply delicious . `` but you have been going out with your friends . i could n't help but notice this particular man when i got to where i was looking . 