The piano played an indistinct song at the far end of the bar. My whiskey was a bit warm for my taste, but it was 101, so it was just the medicine I needed. It had been a day, one of those that just seem to stumble from one fuck up to another. Just when …
She stood shirtless, only wearing her red sweatpants. Her cinnamon skin matched the fabric perfectly, and her ideal form matched the universe superbly. She stood there being beautiful, while I, the pauper, sat at my computer. Her tits sit perfectly upon her body, custom made exactly to fit her form- and fit my hand too. …
“It hurts, and it bothers me you don’t care. “ “I do care. “ “Well, it doesn’t seem that way.” “You can’t read my mind” “I can see your actions, I’m in pain, I’m uncomfortable, and you just brush it off. “ She sighed. “It’s not that and you know it.” I sighed too. “You accuse me of …
I’m not sure what hurt more, dropping the brick on my foot, or walking straight into a glass door. I was trying to walk the brick off and was in a bit of a haze. That and the door was really fucking clean. Whatever company makes the cleaning product should use my sorry ass in …
The record needle scratched at the end of the record. The popping sound would have signaled to the listener to get up and flip the 45. This listener, me, won’t. The whiskey in my hand, and the whiskey in my bloodstream, all seemed to be ok with the sound of the needle scratching the last …
I guess it’s a sign of the 21st century, or at a minimum, a mark of those of us that live in it. The darkened room, lit by the cold blue of a screen, the city outside kept safely at bay by thick safety windows. The acclimatized and sterilized air on this side, the pollution …