Novel

Chapter 1
Kevin opened his pants for his intruder, a seemingly astonishing maneuver for the uneducated viewer. How could he allow a shadow to embrace him without a word?

Bradley: I can not keep living a lie.
Kevin: I no longer lust for your curves.

At this statement, Bradley had had enough. He realized his existence was imploding and there was nothing left to do, but to run wildly back to his apartment. A dark corner in a ever expanding city.

Chapter 2
The Bear was having a morning espresso while keeping his finger erect at a perfect 45° angle. Life had changed for this confused animal. His taste for wild fish was quickly replaced with an addiction to caviar. It was apparent that his life stood in strong contrast to the previous year, but it did not seem to matter. Kevin would never see the Bear again, or at least so he thought.

Chapter 3
Bradley sat amongst the mice, each nibbling on a pitiful portion of cheese whiz. His hair was gone and his soul was sold. After he was left for the fruit of another, Bradley had almost nothing to live for. His broad shoulders expanded and power seemed to drive itself through his arms as he gently drove a brand new Extra Smooth into his mouth. Although impressive, his character lacked the golden aura of his youth. This however was not his downfall, it was after all only a stage.

Chapter 4
A strange darkness surrounded Kessler, blinding him from the reader.
"Noe, it cannott bee!" he exclaimed, miraculously misspelling his words even in plain speech. Revving the engine to his portable generator, he fired up a vast array of lights fit for a stadium - purchased and provided by his parents, of course - and attempted to fight the aura of muck which engulfed him.
"Yarrgghghhgh!" he shouted, a triumphant bout of rare eloquence.
"I wil NAUGHT bee SIPARATED frum an ohdience of ENY KINED!"
Roaring, he tore through the fabric of "ignore" and burst, limbs akimbo, attempting to expand as far as he could in the reader's field of view.

* Chapter 5 is excluded with respect to the sneaky one.

Chapter 6
During his first year he experienced joy through caffeine. The next year brought a hefty cloud of mary jane into his lungs. Finally it seemed, during his third year he let the glass slide between his lips and take his final quantity of virginity. To be clear, the glass was not a dildo. Although such apparatus was probably also used at another juncture.

The next Great American Novel. A story of youth, pleasure, pain, orgasm, and such. The above shall exist as a yummy appetizer. I was thinking something like Goethe's Werther only in America and with more sex and drugs.