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March 5, 2010

last nights joy was short lived. the cops came hard knocking on my front door a few minutes after i finished up the last post. it totally broke my mood. i nearly shat myself, they were knocking so hard. luckily i was on the toilet at the time, half asleep sipping on my warm colt 45. i didnt have anything to wipe myself with so i just used my hand and smeared the shit on the walls as i hurriedly exited out the back. not the best of ideas though, in my slow motion stupor i ended up cutting the fuck out of my ass wiping hand on the broken glass of the back window. the blood and shit mingled in my lacerated palm and stung like a mother fucker. but on the plus side evading the cops was easy, they stayed knocking on the front door while i hopped the fence to the neighbors backyard. i didnt know where i was going but at least i wasnt going back to jail i thought.

despite my bloody shitty hand i still felt pretty good off of the tussin. i figured i had a couple more hours left of the high, and taking a page from my highschool play book, i doubled my delight by chugging a few beers as i walked down the dark and empty neighborhood streets. boy that did the trick. i felt like some invisible savior as i strutted past the quiet houses. my head could hardly keep itself up and the whole world kept bobbing up and down and side to side.

i wandered the streets for a while, feeling careless and on top of the world, like a child without a bedtime curfew.

i ended up at a 24 hour laundromat. some gangly whorish chick was there finishing up a load when i stumbled in. she was folding her unmentionables in a brash and ostentatious manner, all the while casting taudry looks in my direction. i just smiled at her and returned a blood shot stare. she removed her bra from under her wifebeater and replaced it with another one from her finished load. i got  a good glimpse at her chest while she did this. she then gathered her load to leave. i did my best to shoot her a seductive stare through my glazed eyes as she walked past.

she smiled then stopped to lean down to the bench i was slumped on. “wanna hava good time baby?’ she asked . i looked down at her loose hanging top and had a perfect shot of her small tits pent up in her tiny red bra. definately a-cup i thought. sure i said, and started to get aroused. “do you have 50 bucks baby?” she said seductively. i told her i didnt but that i had some beers and i still wanted to have a good time. she stormed out, and didnt look back.

i was left alone in the laundromat. it was very late and the bright lights started to remind me of the holding cell i was in a few weeks back. i actually only had one beer left of the six pack. i guzzled it down and tossed it in one of the empty machines. i took a quick look around to make sure no ones around then took out my dick and started beating off with my defiled hand.

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January 14, 2010

i woke up soaked in urine. everything was out of focus. i tried to remember where i was but ended up just drawing blanks. my grey acid washed jeans were tinged yellow and i was missing my boots. not my socks though. no. those too were soaked in urine. i looked like a bum. a bum who just pissed him self and fell asleep in a gutter. truth of the matter is though, the urine wasnt mine. i am no bum. i did fall, but not to sleep.

I remember november. she was the pretty blonde girl i was talking too at max’s party last night. she told me she was from melbourne, we started making out at one point. later we were at her place. i remember her waking up her son and putting him to bed on the livingroom couch. we started making out again in his room. she jerked me off cause she was on her rag, but i insisted she take her top off. naturally she obliged. it was good too. i shot my load after only a few minutes. it got all on her sons spider man sheets. she said it was fine though and tossed them on the floor down by her red bra and sweater.