l didn’t put my high heels on. 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. I’ve done some pretty disgusting things in my day. 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. As I left his house there was some hot dude taking off his pants in the alley. 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. I don’t get the competition thing he has with me. Anytime there is sex involved he freaks out. Sex is supposed to be fun, not competitive. And when you’re all high and feeling it, the last thing I want to do is get into a bitch fight. We always seem to make up pretty quickly. But he has a strange way of twisting the facts to support the worst possible theory about people. I guess it’s hard to trust sometimes.