One week. Then I go back to school. This break will not be long enough. I need months to get over this shit. I need a job. I need a paycheck. I need hopes, dreams and aspirations.
I’ll settle for LA Direct Models. Sites like that crack my shit up. Check out the matrix. Let that guide your pen as you write your first porn masterpiece. Oh, you too shall make a living in the jizz biz. Just don’t ask what the back forty of that experience looks like. Let’s just pretend it’s all good times and cream pies for ever after.
And so it goes…
I still have one new text book to buy. That ought to be fun, eh? Spending hard earned, I mean, borrowed money to buy some god damn brick I’ll never touch again come this May. I’ve got big plans for my Civil Procedure text that involves a bucket and a 30 pound bag of concrete. We’re going swimming. Well, you’re going swimming. I’ll be high and dry on the dock. You’ll be down there on the bottom. Tonight, you sleep with the fish.
Nah, that’s too easy on you and too quick for me. One splash and it’s gone? Nope. Not good enough. We need something I can properly savor. Burning would also be much too quick. The memories will fade from my mind’s eye, much like the burning embers of that glorious moment of flaming justice will settle to ash come the morning, leaving my lust unsatisfied. I need more than that, much more. I shall gibbet thee, so that I may watch the birds rip your flesh from my kitchen window. Many a fine morning I shall have, as you slowly fall to pieces bound to yonder wall. Suck it up while you can, you smug bastard. I won’t be under your heel forever.by