11:53 is when I realized it was all my fault

Being naked all of the time is weirdo. I find myself running between the two mirrors in the house, critiquing my physique from different angles. It makes me want to do more coke and eat less food. I’ve been fucking with my weights a lot more, too. But then I’m up all night rubbing my penis to Aaralynn Barra videos instead of sleeping and then I’m Captain Zombie at work, which ironically flies by in no time.

So tonight I only snorted a couple lines of this crazy-ass new blow. It’s pretty intense, this batch. A couple of lines and the aforementioned Aaraynn Barra and blammo I’m shooting ropes of sweet, dirty loves into my KISS “Destroyer” boxer shorts. And then it’s been sucking the glass dick packed full of OG Kush that I’ve been kind of saving. And apple juice. A can of tuna (protein baby). Ah, I think I’ll be topping myself off tonight. I thought testosterone and jerking off were supposed to wane as we got older. Not so much.

I come from horny stock though. My dad was a whore and my brother impregnated as many women as would let him (it’s a surprisingly large number). I grew up on printed porn. Said bro amassed an impressive collection of nudie mags, from Playboy to Penthouse to old-school shit like Oui and Players. I was jerking off to Candy Loving in the upstairs bathroom by the time I was 11 and never looked back. Moms, keep your boys away from the porn for as long as possible. It changes things. Believe me.

The Asian and I have plans on Sunday. Alcohol and a concert by a good band are involved. I’m foreseeing some good old-fashioned tongue sucking at the very least. Uh huh yeah. I’m with that.