I decided to go out last night and have a drink. ย ย I gathered up all of my change to take to the coinstar at the grocery store and in the process of looking for quarters, I found the little bag of Roxy that the crazy “massage” in-call I tricked with left at my house. ย I remember him saying that it was enough for two people so I carefully shoved the straw in the bag and took a big snort, consuming about 3/4 of the bag. ย I gathered up my bag of quarters and left the house walking to the store. ย By the time I got halfway to the store I realized that I probably wasn’t going to make it to the bar. ย I did make it to the store and exchange my coins and got $27.85, enough for a couple of drinks. ย ย I couldn’t force myself to get on the train so I just walked around. ย I ended up by 19th Ave and Sloat and there is something that happens in Stern Grove on the weekends. ย ย Hundreds and hundreds of kids congregate there and smoke pot and drink. ย I was amazed at the fact that there weren’t any cops there. ย There must be some sort of agreement that the adults won’t bother the kids getting fucked up there as long as they don’t drive a car or something. ย It was practically a rave. ย I walked down the side of the grove and down Wawona, the part that ends and becomes a walking trail for about two blocks. ย ย Creepy as fuck late at night and since I was tripping balls, I heard all sorts of shit.
I got home finally and was so fucking horny I ripped off my clothes, turned on a porn and shot a huge fat load within 30 seconds and it was one of the most intense orgasms I can remember. ย ย Within a few minutes, I shot an equally intense load and fell asleep.
Today I’m as stiff as fuck so I’m popping percocets and sipping wine. ย ย I think it’s Sunday. ย ย I hope so. ย ย I may have to troll for a “massage” therapist to help alleviate some of this pain. ย And I didn’t make it to the needle exchange once again.
