Sleepless In Humboldt County
A half hour ago I was dead tired. In fact, I was sleeping. A commercial playing on the television woke me up. My mind started racing. It's been a shit week.
My daughter went on vacation for a few days. My credit card got stolen by someone who is bound to be very sorry at some point. ("What's this? Your testicle? Shit, I ripped that right out. You'd think they'd be attached better. Never mind. Open up. Yes, your mouth! Did you suddenly develop a hearing problem? Did I speak French? No, so open up. Wider. Wider. Like you're about to suck your daddy's cock. There you go. That's wide enough. I'm gonna rest this piece of your body on your lower teeth. You're gonna bite down, but don't your burst that puppy yet. I swear to fucking Christ if you shake your head 'no' one more time I will slice your lip off and force you to eat that, too. There you go. Good boy. Keep it between your teeth until I say different. Lick it. That's right. Lick it. What's it taste like? That's you! You're tasting you! I bet you always wanted to suck your own dick. Maybe you even tried it. This ain't your cock, but it's close enough. Want me to get your cock? No, I'm kidding. You should've seen your face, though. Wish I had a camera.") I had to deal with cops. More rumors at work. Feeling like I want to be away from people for a while.
If I seem off to you, don't worry. I probably am. I want to remove myself from society because I don't get you people anymore. I'm surprised more gyms don't get shot up.
Take me away.