Not Wanted

Friday afternoon I had a powerful urge to leave. Jackie had asked me when I was going home. He said he wanted to have a “relaxing weekend” and seemed disappointed when I told him that Bill wasn’t going down to [REDACTED] until a week from now. He asked me if I could sleep upstairs on …

Sleep Goes Hand-in-Hand

The greatest thief of my time is sleep. I sleep almost constantly. I have an extremely low metabolism and a miniscule amount of energy during the day. I’m always taking naps, and if I miss a nap or spend very much time in the conscious world I start to feel heavy, like weights are attached …

The Reason

Jackie has brought home his first floozy in a while. She looks old. I don’t know where he picks these women up at 8:00 in the morning. Maybe he works with her. I think I hear the shower going, so I imagine they’ll get soaped up for a few rounds of fucking and then off …

Sleeping On The Floor

I am in Lexington right now, visiting my Brother. Both he and his roommate Jackie are at the gym, working on their bodies to more effectively attrat women. I’ve often thought that if I lived with them, perhaps some of their habits would rub off on me. “Don’t bet on it,” everybody tells me. “You’ll …

Agony For The Future

My P-Doc is such a piece of shit. Well, technically she’s not a doctor, she’s a registered nurse. ARNP. But she keeps trying to pin me with schizoaffective disorder, which is a combination of schizophrenia and bipolar. I had basically one psychotic break over the past five years. The symptoms have recurred, but never to …