The Last Shot of a Young Man

Each page held a collection of photographs. The photos were of young men, maybe 20 to 30 different faces. William had ize them as though they were chapters in his life. I found the book arousing. It was like a menu, a catalogue of beauty. Half way through the abum, i could tell that william had a type. He liked northern, scrawny, almost all parsimonious hips and jotting clavicles. He liked them scowling, a little hungry looking. Scottish. For many years, i did place personal ads. Boys like you would never reply to my advert unless there was money in it. In all those years, i