Be your own hero

I’m drunk. But that’s OK.

I went over to Wild Card’s place tonight.

We drank lots of wine and talked about music and relationships and sex and career and family and so much more.

We smoked a really potent joint made of some strain of OG Kush that’s fucking amazing. So stoned.

Of course I had to whip out the blow. She was shocked but dove right in and hovered up a line like nobody’s business.

But our connection is strictly business. Combined, the two of us could create intellectual properties that everyone would know about and people at your job would talk about online and even more people would buy t-shirts and coffee mugs commemorating said property. Her and I could do that.

I also think we could have mind-blowing, toe-curling sex together. She’s not there yet, and probably never will be. But that’s OK. I’m down to take the money and find myself some real freaky deaks to enjoy it with.

Thangs are about to get real interesting, peoples.

Like, really.

PS: I must have really laid it down last night. The ex that I plowed has been sending me text after text saying how she wants more more more. Let’s see, fuck a sexy lil 20-something six ways from sideways whenever I see fit?

Yeah, that works for me.

Pool parties, firecrackers and a (CENSORED) that chirps like a (DELETED)

I’m reconnecting with an old friend tonight. It’s kind of ironic, as it was ten years ago that this person introduced me to cocaine. It was a New Year’s Eve in Chicago. I was already drunk and high, so when she chopped out some lines and offered me the straw I said fuck it and dove right in.

It was just like all of the clichés about feeling good and talking a lot. We stayed up talking about life and the future and whatever else our cracked out brains could come up with until well after the sun came up. It was a whole lot of fun and I’ll always remember the night fondly.

We’re both in very different places now. But we again find ourselves in the same city. We’ve kind of hung out a few times, and it’s been weird. There was this one night when it was her birthday, so my gf and I went to her party.

OK, I’d seen her fucked up before. But she was more fucked up than I’d ever seen her that night. She was with her bf of the time, a real sleazy dude I didn’t like at all. He would later bear out my suspicions by dumping her one morning after going on an all-night coke binge with some other chick. He called her in the morning like “yeah, I’m out.”

I’m not sure why she’s so adamant about catching up. While I would LOVE to fuck this woman, I don’t necessarily see that happening. But you never know. Plus from what I know she’s still a serious druggie. I plan on getting my hands on a gram or two before she comes over. We can get a little twisted before heading out on our night-time adventure. And it will be an adventure, that’s for sure.