What a fucked week. Got fired. And not like “we’re laying you off” fired. More like “don’t let the door hit you in the ass mother fucker” fired. I hated it anyway. But it was safe, oddly I hate safe too.

Now mom is in the hospital.

So is this when I bow before Life and ask mercy?

Or is this when I’m supposed to bare my chest and scream fight me or die?

Fuck it. I’m rolling my sleeves up.

your mom’s. 

Truthful Tuesday. I’m not much of a blogger. But since you folks are all basically strangers it’s seems like a good place to spill… I have this old friend who sent me a text today basically asking me if we could have a guilt -free romp for a couple hours with no emotional complications.

I am a dude, normally this sort of thing is met with a “hell yes”

However… She is going through chemo and doesn’t anticipate living much longer. We have always had a crush on one another, but nothing ever came to fruition. (And for the one or two of you folks that do know me, you know what a complicated mess my relationships are. - a couple of you might remember the whole Lesbian wanting a baby thing)

All that aside, do I deprive someone of their last chance to get laid by someone they care about? Am I shallow enough to worry what she looks like right now if I agree? She just wants a tender moment and a few hours of passion while her body is still up for it. Its not unreasonable. 

I’m also not addressing how I’m gonna feel about all this if something does happen to her. I’m rarely stumped, but I’ll be damned if I ain’t stumped right now.

…I can’t help but think of Chloe in Fight Club.  

classic. 

Beard .

This is the gateway to hell.

…a bar called the Circus Room, where at any given time you can go in and view toothless, alcoholic 55- year old women shakin their “moneymakers”(cough) to the sweet sounds of 90’s kid rock.

Mama, Im comin home.

Amazing beautiful organ

…after hours. Interesting house.