John: Chapter one
Here's a bit of background on me. There's a lot to tell, so I'll be writing in small doses.
She sat down in the passenger seat, half turned to face me. She closed the car door. She had a sense of urgency, as of this talk she asked to have with me was not to be long. Out relationship has been rocky these past couple months. She's been distant.
"I don't think we should see each other anymore," she flatly stated in her sultry Brazilian accent.
I will save you the play by play of the five stages of grief I experienced trying to dissuade yet another girlfriend not to leave me for another man. Sidibe it to say, she found another man to marry for a green card. Yet again, I felt used, when I thought my feelings for her were reciprocated. They were not.
For a time, I tried to occupy myself with some semblance of a nightlife. I never drank or smoked pot, or did drugs of any kind. Despite the inherent social aspects of partaking in such activities, debating myself was never appealing to me. I mostly have an uncle to thank for this. When asked why he never drank or did drugs, "Never had an interest," was his simple reply, and that was that on the matter.
I frequented a local coffee shop hoping to build some kind of rapport with the locals, validating me reasons for being there. The coffee was overpriced and the people stuffy. The musical acts were talentless and uninteresting. I was bored.
Boredom is the one true enemy in life. More than anything else, we strive every day to stalve of this brutal attack on our minds. In show business, the golden rule is "Don't be boring!" Nothing is worse than indifference. For prisoners, nothing is worse than boredom unaddressed. The mind is the devil's playground, and mine is an amusement park.
I got tired of sitting there in the coffee shop. I was not connecting with anyone. This was before the days of the internet, phones, and modern contrivances to occupy one's time. So, I left. I drive down Main South, before parking at a Dunkin' Donuts to contemplate what next I should do with all my free time. A black man dressed as a rapper approached the driver's side door of my car and asked if I wanted anything. Drugs, blow? I said no thanks. He was a bit confused. He had a puzzled look on his face, probably wondering why I was there in the first place. He then asked if I wanted a girl. A girl? "Yeah, I got a couple in an apartment down the street." I was intrigued. I was also young, and naive. At the time, I was twenty nine.
So I decided to go with him. He got into the car and directed me down the road to a second floor apartment in a business district. There were several people there upon entering. He left me briefly to talk to a couple people. There were two women there. Obvious drug addicts. A blonde and a brunette. Both were real sexy. He came back after a moment and motioned to the girls. "Which one you like?" I pointed at the blonde. She came one and introduced herself, I have the man a twenty spot, and she and drove to my apartment. She went inside, shed some clothes off, and used the bathroom. She came out and got into the bed. We didn't have sex. She blew me until I unloaded into her mouth. Gave her some money, brought her back, and spent every day since wondering why I put myself through the hell of trying to make relationships work with regular women, who end up cheating on me, only to give a few dollars, skip past all the bullshit of courtships, and just get what I originally wanted out of the bitch. Some pussy.
Today, for instance, I blew off the brunette, who's been whoring herself out, to pick up the cousin. After waiting an extra fifteen minutes, I took her home, are her pussy and fucked her till I blew a load that's been percolating for three days in my nutsack. My balls look like deflated balloons. She was annoyed that I had the 360° camera going, but I got the footage. I'll be fucking my new toy to that when I receive it tomorrow. That toy will be great. I am hoping it will keep me away from these vultures.
I later told the brunette I don't want to pick her up, only to hear more bullshit excuses and blaming everyone but herself.
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