l didn’t put my high heels on. ย ย I did, however just witness a filthy man slop beer off the floor of the L-Owl with his finger that another filthy man dropped from his tall boy on the way off the bus.
Now I’m no stranger to filthiness. ย I’ve done some pretty disgusting things in my day. ย Tonight’s show of shows takes the proverbial cake – a three layer double fudge one at that.
Smoked some DMT with Darvin after the crack stopped working. ย As I left his house there was some hot dude taking off his pants in the alley. ย I really wanted to go check it out but I knew if I did I would get accused of cock blocking so I walked on. ย ย I don’t get the competition thing he has with me. ย Anytime there is sex involved he freaks out. ย Sex is supposed to be fun, not competitive. ย ย And when you’re all high and feeling it, the last thing I want to do is get into a bitch fight. ย We always seem to make up pretty quickly. ย ย But he has a strange way of twisting the facts to support the worst possible theory about people. ย ย I guess it’s hard to trust sometimes.