Sunny Hamburger: The New Grave the the Unknown Soldier

Last night I was keeping my eyelids propped up with red bull & the hot gay bodies down at a 17th Street cybercafe, that's also a prime spot for DC gossip. I have to say, of the many allures of the 17th-Street Queen-corridor, its a virtual smorgasbord for reporters. These boys (and girls) love to talk activist slop. For a city with its head in the desert sands of the middle east, DC's gay population knows where its true heart of political matters lay. And last night that heart was rending (and pumping) for one Sunny Hamburger. Sunny was known as the neighborhood sweetheart, known to moonlight in local bars and signed on to be a boy toy every once and while to make ends meet, though he had a lovely long-term wife. Anyway, in the reverberations from last weekend's food riots, Sunny somehow got himself caught in the middle and shot to death.

The first sentimental, memory-making casualty of our financial dive down the great maw. The official police story is broadcasting this as an average drug bust, alleging that fly-by-night Sunny also was shaking hands with local crack dealers from Mt Pleasant's Bancroft Park all the way down to the less-frequented parts of the waterfront. BUT--talking with the local queens, they say Sunny was as dry as a bone. This story is starting to seem deeper than McCain's repressed Vietnam memories. If anyone's heard about any of Sunny's shady involvements, please comment in.....