The anthropomorphization of death is an easy way for us to deal with the abstraction of loss. You can't reason with the abstraction, but you can have an argument with a skull. You can deal with the five separate stages of grief far better than Hamlet lamenting what's left of his friend resting in the palm of his hand.  I tried saying women in the tradition set down through the generations. Find a girl you like, hope she likes you, ask her out on some dates, and hope it doesn't lead to heartbreaks and financial ruin. Pay for everything, pay for time, pay with money, pay with vindictiveness and hatred, be cast aside for a better model with more potential. Or maybe I'm just that hard to deal with. A girl won't want you if she doesn't respect you. Maybe I should have taken that swing at the other guy, stood my ground, fought harder, tried harder, done better.... Or maybe I should never have discovered that after crying myself to sleep night after night over these g...

 That's what people will think of me...if they don't already. What's the legacy here? To prey on vulnerable women, with a debilitating habit, poor, no resources, or assistance? Or, too take advantage of women who learned they can sell their pussy to get what they want. Manipulative women who took the easy way out. No. That's an excuse. But the deed is done. They come to me. I get calls, visits. They all know they can get money from a visit with me, and they are fine with this arrangement. One called, wanting to see me. I agreed. Another came too my door while we were there. I had to turn her away! I never did that before. A couple days later, I received a call from another girl that I haven't seen in a couple years. All this while Justice is in the hospital sick, the Cousin is roaming the streets heavily pregnant, and  the blonde is in rehab.  I'm debating whether too release a video of me screwing Justice on the couch. She's awake, but the video makes her l...