Just me and the Beatles.

 Here I sit, eating alone in a booth for two at a busy local diner, with the Beatles blaring out of the speakers of an old juke box wondering why I'm compelled to have sex at every opportunity. I think it's because I wanted girls in high school, but they wouldn't date me. Now they are all old, used up, and regretting the choices they made. I do pretty well in life. I just can't get women to date me. I was passed over. That shatters a man's ego. If I didn't fuck drug addicts and hookers, I'd never get laid. Normal women only say yes to the best available they can find. I'm in a city filled with bearded alpha males. Guys who will alter their appearance to mimic the latest Chad fashions in masculinity.

I never chased that rat race. I will never have to, because I now know that pussy is not special. It's just hard to get the pussy you want. There's plenty out there. Kind of like trying to get good seats at concert. You all get to sit down, just not where you want to be.

I got a text this morning by another girl. A cute latina I haven't seen in a while. Dick got hard just talking to her. Picked her up at shelter and was soon fucking her mercilessly. Blew a load and we were off to dispose of yet another body. $60 this time. She ran into a store to get something in a shady part of town. There was another girl lingering outside. Another hooker. As she came back out to get in the car, the hooker asked for a ride. I gave my approval and was again driving to drop these two off. I gave this new one my number, thinking that she’ll make a fun addition to the roster of available pussy.