She wants a rub down in Pound Town.

 This is a discipline, not a job. My writing is only sustained by my interest. So, take it as it comes. That said, having been sick for a week is my own damn fault. Every year, when I don't get my flu shot, it lingers. When I do get the shot, I fight it easily. So, next year I'll get it. 

Moving on. The nice thing about being sick is that you tend to not want to spend time with women. It’s amazing how much my bank account doesn’t drain when I keep my money out of their hands. But then, What the hell am I gonna spend it on? For a time I was a CNA taking care of the elderly. One elderly woman confided in me that she wished she spent more time and money on fun pursuits. She warned me not to wait till I got older. When you’re older, you are more tired, less likely to even be able to do the things you want to do. Have fun now! Those words ring in my ear to this day. I think it’s good advice coming from a woman that was infirmed.

I visited the redhead in the tent and things are getting worse for her. Hope sickness gives you diarrhea I think, at least she said that was the cause. She had a shit bucket that was full in the tent. The whole thing reeked. She didn’t want to have sex because she was feeling terrible, and I didn’t push it. But like all women, she wanted something for nothing. I gave her $20 and a ride. I had to carry her to the car. She was feeling so weak. She picked up her drugs from of all people the cousin! It’s a small world here and everyone in that type of community is closely knit. everyone seems to know everyone. I drove her back to her tent, and then carried her, and dropped her off. Not that I’m going to do anything about it, but I am really out of shape. I could only carry her through the woods halfway before I had to take a break. And then she piggybacked me the rest of the way.

Later that same night, the cousin hit me up. I haven’t actually had sex since I was feeling bad last Wednesday, so I picked her up. She wanted to park somewhere, and I had a bunch of shit in my backseat. So after she blew me, I climbed into the passenger seat and pounded her until I blew a load of about a weeks worth into her. She got me for 100, so I don’t want to see her for a while. She always asks for too much.

Now, the blonde wants to come over. Maybe I'll let her. She says she only wants 40 but never sticks to it so I don’t really like seeing her either. That and that she’s not that great of a lover. I think she’s coming anyway.