After our drink we made out in the park, next to a group of elders line-dancing to a dusty boom box. We faced away and got freaky. To the tune of Cher, he stuck his head under my T-shirt and gnawed on my nipples. Kids called us names from the playground. We didn’t care. It was after dark and the laws of the city had shifted. As soon as night fell, parks became the province of the raw and depraved. Lovebirds and junkies ruled in peace, each party ignoring the other’s fumblings, the misbuttoned shirts and fucked-up hair. We would return the park to the children at dawn. Dino turned and waved his arms over his head. I’m a vampire! he yelled, causing the kids to scatter. The elders, unbothered, kept grooving. They danced in their many sweaters while Dino and I frotted with our pants and shoes on.