The tip toes of human interaction have left me with a foul taste in my mouth, like I licked the cunt of some unkempt whore…But really is that not what society has become, a back alley blowjob (desire with no substance)?  I masturbate to clean out the gunk in my mind and paint my face with the usual mascaras smokey eyed blink that makes me one part dangerous one part sexy all parts homo…An attempt to lure in an evening of sexual pleasure.

I find that trashy country girls give me a hard on, and that their rural drawl is sexy. (I mean I did grow up in the back country of Michigan) So i linger about a local dive hoping for a break. Three whiskeys later and the only thing I have going is “I’m on fire” on repeat from the juke box. No conquests of the vaginal this evening or homosexual handjobs from bi curious hillbillys; just the bag of chips and Pink Floyd live concert on youtube…These are the hours to remeber my friends.