Picture = 1000 words

Yes, please

The right woman needs to shove me up against a wall by my throat and make out with me hard. Soon, and a lot.

My new favorite position

white xxmas

My coke dealer is hilarious.

Not that I blame him. I’ve been hitting dude up for grams literally every other day for over a week now.

So tonight he had a better idea.

“Look, I’ve got this 8-ball right here. I’m sure you’ll get at least that much soon enough. Let me just front it to you. Give me however much you can afford, and I’ll get the rest later. I know you’re good for it.”

Here I am in my apt, looking at an 8-ball of cocaine.

And the postman delivered a copy of "Bang Van #7" to my door today. Good times.

Snort the pain away

It's just weird, especially given the way that we ended. It was all so open-ended and "not the end of us, not by far." I should have smelled that for the bullshit it was. But my dumb ass totally took the words at face value. Stupidstupidstupid.

It's all right there. Pictures, funny little inside jokes (shared for all the world to see, of course), happy fun time and yay aren't we all so very happy?

Um, no.

There simply isn't enough cocaine. After tonight, I will have blown through an 8-ball in less than 72 hours. All by myself.

More, more, more. I'm actually tempted to say fuck it and grab two grams tonight instead of just one. Why the fuck not? I don't have anything to do tomorrow. I don't have a fucking job.

Ah, slow your roll, player. Dr. Feelgood isn't going anywhere. Besides, at some point you're gonna wanna call your OTHER Dr. Feelgood (the one that brings the kind buds to your door).

Yay, drugs?

I just did a line of cocaine for the first time in what feels like forever

The first one didn't seem to faze me. I waited a few minutes and did another one. That was about five minutes ago. Right now I feel very warm and tingly and my heart is beating really fast. I can feel blood rushing towards my groin.

Still spinnin’

Sometimes I feel the guy that still buys CDs. But I can’t help it—I still buy porn DVDs.

The tubes sites just don’t do it for me. All grainy and shit. I mean, they’re nice in a pinch. But given my druthers, I’ll take a DVD every time.

Since I’m also a cheap bastard, I rooted around until I found Adult DVD Marketplace. It’s an ingenious idea—it’s basically an Ebay for porn. You post the ones you want to sell, and can browse the stuff other people are getting away with. It’s pretty sweet, and DVDs can be had for less than a dollar.

Today I received my latest order. I grabbed two this time—“Crazy Insane Blowjob Orgies” and “Roly Poly Gangbang Vol. 9.”

I was checking them out earlier, and both of them are on point. The blowjob disc seems to be a compilation of scenes from various editions of “The American Cocksucking Championships,” which is nice. Lots of babes sucking lots of dicks.

The fattie disc is also hot. It has a scene with my new favorite big girl, Glory Foxxx. But it looks like I’ve found a new friend in a blond named simply “Solsa.” She’s got the kind of big-girl body I like. Big, but not too big. I will get plenty of mileage from both discs.

So that last coke score wasn’t so great. That olive-smelling stuff is kind of rough, and not in a good way. So I went back to the old tried and true tonight, and I’m glad I did. Appreciate what you have, kids.

As such, I’m gonna blow a couple more lines and dig into this blowjob tape. See you later….

Still choppin

Work hard, play hard.

Those words have begun to rule my life.


The past month has been a frantic blur of deadlines, freelance assignments, added responsibility at the office—it feels like I’ve been working three jobs. At least. Somewhere, my father is loving this.

Oh, but we haven’t forgotten the play hard part of the equation. I’ve been burning through cocaine like Lindsay Lohan. Take the gram I scored last night, that was supposed to last me the weekend. I polished that off over an hour ago. Which is why I drove a half-hour to meet up with Mr. Dependable, my old tried and true coke dealer from back in the day.

For one, I just couldn’t hit up my current guy twice in two days. That’s just too cracky. A guy’s gotta keep up some appearances, anyway. 

But I also feel like his bags have been kinda light lately, and I’m pretty sure that shit’s mad diluted. I mean, I know I’m a cokehead and all, but I should not be able to snort through a gram that quickly. Famous last words, right?

*Excuse me while I do a line…

Oh yeah, that’s that craaaaazy shit. The stuff that smells faintly of olives. Fuck, just one rail of that shit and I’m vibrating over here. Nice.

*OK, here goes line number two…

Whew. But fuck it. I’ve been working like a mad person. I’ve been out every night this week. The weekend is here, and I’m not committed to shit. Except getting fucked up and watching “Orgy World Vol. 9,” which showed up in the post today. Good times.

Capitalism

"Mmm on set waiting to do my scene. But so far I have sucked 3 cocks and gotten fcked by 2 guys lol." - Katie Kox

Gone fishin'

Back to basics

Mondays are hard. Especially when you’ve spent the weekend getting totally wrecked under the Los Angeles summer sunshine.

You come home from a long day slaving over a hot computer only to remember that you still don’t have an air conditioner and holy fuck is it warm up in here. Open windows, turn on fan, take off clothing, smoke marijuana.

But eventually, it’s time to work out the kinks of the day the old-fashioned way.

Somehow, “Orgy World 6” is still doing the business. All of those amazing European chicks greedily sucking and fucking a room full of black penises hasn’t gotten the least bit stale yet.

Add a few lines of primo cocaine and it was all good in the ‘hood.

The resulting orgasm was one of the best I’ve felt since the last time I busted inside a warm vagina.

Speaking of, I’ve got some appointment sex set up for this Friday night with an ex.

There’s something very comforting about appointment sex. While you’re going about the mundane tasks of everyday life, it’s so nice to know that on a particular date you’re going to do some serious fucking and sucking with a big-titty babe.

To live and get high in L.A.

I was leaving for work this morning when I happened to glance at my desk.

I find it hilarious and kind of scary that this is what it looked like. I'll never, ever know how I came to be that guy with all of this so casually strewn about my living space.

Such is life when you're 'single' and in need of perpetual hardcore stimulation. Huh.

Mellow Friday night

Just chillin'.

Got some coke from my man. Doing some lines, watching a couple of episodes of "Fuck Team 5" that I downloaded from the net and jerking off. Smoking some weed, too. Sometimes, that's all a person needs on a Friday night.