They March

“Young men marching through life, all confidence and hard-ons, more sure of themselves than they will ever be, more unsure of things too. Their voices too loud, cologne too strong, haircuts perfect or shaved to the skull, jeans skin tight and ripped just right, or pants so baggy they could fit a whole pet shop inside. She watched them, listened to their conversations. As they passed she was their dream two second audience. She hoped some of the day lived up to their expectations, but knew at...