nitey nite.......

i walk to work...... i could have gotten a ride tonight but i decided to walk, it helps me get my mind prepared for hip~switz......standing in front of the velvet margarita on a weekend evening is like being the last stop on the douchetrain.....reading these fancy shirts that walk by me on the way to the worst fucking nightmare clubs ever, shirts that say shit like "inflict pain" or "retribution"....those stupid fucking smet shirts and whatever else christiana audouche' has destroyed our society with....most of the tools that wear this shit dont even know what it says, and for sure have never gone through any type of pain...unless you consider the prince of the oil factory not getting the silver benz off his fathers lot that friday night.

i walk to work with my ipod so loud i cant hear myself think. breathing deep into my nose and slowly out of my mouth..

stretching my lungs a little harder with each breath, and occasionally shaking my hands out to keep my blood flowing. its my own soundtrack....my score to the stupid streets of hollywood.

as i approached the southwest corner of hollywood and cahuenga, unchained by van halen came on....i stopped to wait for the light, and as i gazed into the window at popeye's thanking god i dont eat that shit anymore the biggest riff eddie van halen ever wrote engulfed my ears so strongly it felt like the whole world could hear it....i swear to fucking god it felt like it was the attack of the "fifty foot drunk rock dad" smashing buildings with his feet while playing guitar.

people walk by me every weekend at work rapping to there own little things or singing as they walk by. waiting for that light to change i got it....i got what they felt. i am normally the first one to laugh or call that person a tool, but i was in it.....i wanted to play air guitar while jumping on the hood of the waiting cop car as i crossed the street it hit me so hard but i just contained myself and kept walking.....i can only laugh at myself to a certain extent....you never go full retard......

and can any guy please tell me what the secret is to actually cumming BEFORE you talk to the girl (girls)?? how many texts would not be sent..... how many weird creepy moments in public could have totally been avoided......if we just came before we decided it would be a good idea to talk to them.....probably be alot less traffic in hollywood.......