Quick ≠ Brick
Welles ≠ Ives
Maggie is sorely missed. Newman's shirts are not.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I've had a long held fascination with beats. I've never actually participated in their indiscriminate open air loving (not knowingly anyway) but I've spent hours watching from the sidelines. It helps that I live directly across from one, at least I did until the police locked it up. But even if I didn't, these public places where "men who have sex with men" have sex with "men who have sex with men" are pretty common. Therein lies the fascination.