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February 9, 2019March 25, 2020

Rehab.

I went to rehab once. Okay, so I went to rehab 3 times, but I’m only going to talk about one of them tonight.

I was reminded about this time in my life because I saw a posting tonight on instagram by a friend that I had at the time. Evidently her musical hobby has taken her from obscure electronic to some kind of kampy kuntry gig with big red wigs. Not sure I understand that but that’s not the point of tonight’s story.

Tonight’s story is about interventions. Yeah – the kind you see on tv where all of your ‘loved’ ones corner you in a room and say really bad things about you to your face until all you can do is beg them to jump in their car and drive you to the nearest 12-step meeting so you don’t have to continue to listen to exaggerated exasperated accounts of how you completely fucked up their life because you had a few drinks.

Sheesh. The drama of it all.

I’m not trying to minimize how fucked up I was or not take responsibility for the shit I caused to go down. I was a nut case at the time. I had been in a car accident and the doctors had put me on ADD meds along with an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety script. I hadn’t really been calmed down much from the valium they had given me, so they upped the dose. Twice. And then switched me to Xanax. And upped the dose, twice. And then switched me to Klonopin. Each change made me more anxious, energetic and nervous and because I was drinking more scotch that all of Scotland and Ireland combined, I got a little crazy. I was popping Klonopin like they were M&Ms and drinking liquor like it was water and the combination of that and the other meds I was on was seriously fucking with my reality. Sure, I needed to go to rehab and as fucked up as I was, I consciously knew that. And all anyone had to really do was mention it and I would have gone.

Well, that’s not how it went down. My friends evidently thought that rehab was going to be a hard sell so they planned an intervention that evidently took months to plan. The didn’t get a professional interventionist, but rather decided to go with my best friend’s husband as the moderator for the day.

And this is how it went down.

“I can’t believe that I trusted you with my children!” –the Kuntry Girl

“Blah Blah Nonsense Bullshit Everything is about me Blah” — my roommate Joe

I can’t even remember what people said but I do remember wondering how I ever got so many truly mean people to be my friends.

They said some stuff that still fucks with me 10 years later and you know how many of them came to visit me in rehab or talked to me when I got out or talk to me today? You guessed it – ZERO FUCKING NONE of the bastards. The weren’t there to help me, they were there to get me out of their lives because I was making them feel uncomfortable.

FUCK you.

If anyone ever asks you to be in and intervention to help out a loved one, go behind their back and talk to the person who would be the receiver and ask them to go to rehab. They probably will and you won’t lose their friendship.

As is stands, I lost what I thought was a hell of a lot of good friendships that day. But I guess all that was an illusion.

October 28, 2018April 14, 2019

How Getaround totally _________ my Christmas

I love Getaround, almost as much as Amazon Prime Now. If either one of these service died, I’d certainly use the other more frequently.

This past Christmas, Getaround almost died, but not of natural causes. I definitely had premeditated thoughts. The question that came to the forefront was if Get Around would totally fuck my Christmas or Save it.

Here’s what happened. I was coming home for Christmas as a last minute decision and on a dime. I didn’t have any money and my parent had bought my flight to the midwest. Generally I rent a car, but I didn’t have enough on my card to do so. I had a brilliant though – GetAround was in Chicago! And that was where my flight was going. I immediately reserved a car for a fraction of the cost of a rental and since Get Around bills you up front and includes insurance, I didn’t have to worry about having enough saved or on a card when the time came.

My flight arrived in Chicago and I was a day early. I did that on purpose so I could enjoy a bit of the sex scene in Chicago before heading to my family’s farm.

The next day I was packing up and getting ready to go pick up the car when the phone rang. It was an automated message from Get Around. It said that the car I had rented had a dead battery and was no longer available for me.

Ok. What the fuck do I do now? I’m 2000 miles away home, 350 miles away from my parents house, have no money and the money I spent on the orignal Get Around car would be returned to me but not for 3-5 days.

I called Getaround and they were sorry, they had no other cars for me. I called back an hour later and explained the whole story to a nice agent and then ended the story with “Now I’m going to write about this experience and everything that happened to me for my blog.” I made it sound like had tons of readers. ” You are going to be in the story, Megan . Do you want to be the angel or the villian? Will you be the one to totally fuck me and my Christmas, or will you save the day?”.

It must have been the right thing to say. She called me back an hour later with a car at the same price that I had before. I drove off to my parent’s farm with time to spare for Christmas Dinner.

Ironically, I hit a deer on Christmas Day with the rented car. Feel bad for owner, but I was out $1000 for the deductible that Getaround doesn’t really tell you about. So Getaround fucked my new year, but saved Christmas.

October 28, 2018March 25, 2020

Reflections on the Holiday Season – the Season of Stealing

Last year right about this time I had a trick over from Scruff. He stole my laptop. Luckily I had iCloud on it I had the guys name his phone number and because I had iCloud I knew exactly where the laptop was.

I walk to the police station. I file the report. The San Francisco police department refused to do anything about it even after giving him the person’ name, the person’s number, their location, the serial number of the laptop and a picture of the thief.

Merry fucking Christmas. This Police Station was one in a neighborhood that isn’t even busy for them. Nobody speeds, there’s no crime for the most part and they seem to spend a lot of time at the convenience store.

I mean seriously what the fuck?

I could maybe see it if it were in a high-crime neighborhood. But it’s not.

The non-action clearly states that they don’t care. Certainly doesn’t make me feel safe.

This is the kind of thing that makes ordinary citizens take things into their own hands.

January 31, 2018April 14, 2019

Chat Support

One of my big pet peeves is when you are using chat support and after spending 10 minutes typing your concern an agent finally pops in and says Greetings! How are you today? I say good, and then silence. Like they never fricking received the initial message with the problem. Most of the time I’ll just sit there and wait. Since they are probably assisting 5000 other people, I it can take a long time. I mean really, wtf? What a horrible customer experience.

November 25, 2017April 14, 2019

Rent to Own

Was feeling a little broke the other night and put up my escort ad up for a month. Was totally surprised to find an inbox full of messages. I took two outcalls from the pile.

The first was a cute latin guy who wanted to talk and sip vodka and smoke some T. He didn’t have to twist my arm on either one of those and soon he was grabbing at my dick. We went into the spare room (his partner’s dressing room, as he called it) and he proceeded to fuck me, which was a total surprise as I was hired as a top. He took less than the alotted time and gave me the negotiated $130 and I left.

The second one was a bit more interesting. The guy who hired me and I had been talking 3 years ago and when I posted the ad last weekend, I mistook his text from 2013 as one just sent. I answered it and he asked who I was. When I told him, he replied with “Why did it take you three years to respond?” Nonetheless, the called me on Sunday and wanted to know if I could get there by 9. It was 8:30. I told him I would try.

Miraculously I made it there by 9:15. The place was in Pacific Heights. As I walked in the lobby, I was greeted by two doormen in the warm and lavish lobby. I walked up to the desk and said “I’m here to see Alfred in 405”. The young doorman walked me to the elevator and said “The doctor is in 406. Get off the elevator and take a right”.

He took a minute to answer the door. When he opened it, I was greeted by an older guy who looked like.. well, a doctor. He offered me a gin and I graciously accepted it. As I walked over to put my jacket on the chair, I was blasted with a view of the city like I’ve never seen in a residence. Of course, I’ve never seen a residence like that was either. The ceilings in the condo were at least 12 feet tall, with beautifully decorated everything.

He took me to (again) the spare room and he spent the next two hours tied to the bed getting face fucked and paddled until his ass was red. I left with $400.

Both of them had this in common: Their partners were in the next room.

November 15, 2017April 14, 2019

I just found $50,000

I’m not shitting. I just found $50,0000. $56,090 to be exact.

This changes everything.

I’m completely re-thinking literally everything right now. Like maybe I should quit my job, but a mobile home and travel around the country. Or maybe get rid of my apartment and save the money on rent. Probably should sub-lease it so I can keep the rent control. God, my mind is all over the place. More later after I’ve had some time to think.

November 13, 2017April 14, 2019

Yes Hot

Just got a text message from someone in my phone that I have saved as “Yes Hot”. I have no idea who this is but I answered of course. I wouldn’t save someone in my phone as “yes hot” unless I was trying to tell myself to say “yes” because he is “hot”.

A few years ago I started a database where I keep track of the men I’ve slept with, the ones I want to and the ones to stay away from. Too many times I arranged a hookup with a repeat that I didn’t realize I had already done before with no desire to do again. The database contains pics, numbers, notes and warnings so I can minimize the chances of re-doing a loser or someone that I didn’t feel chemistry with. I’ve also logged thieves, of which there are many. I truly don’t understand why people think that it’s ok to take something that doesn’t belong to them. It happens so freaking often, too. Makes me want to kill.

Oh, well.. Go figures that Thursday, Friday and Saturday night all go without any interest from anyone and now I have yes Hot and some dude named Alex both on their way over. Should be interesting.

November 12, 2017April 14, 2019

Roxy Detour

I decided to go out last night and have a drink. 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. 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. I gathered up my bag of quarters and left the house walking to the store. By the time I got halfway to the store I realized that I probably wasn’t going to make it to the bar. I did make it to the store and exchange my coins and got $27.85, enough for a couple of drinks. I couldn’t force myself to get on the train so I just walked around. I ended up by 19th Ave and Sloat and there is something that happens in Stern Grove on the weekends. Hundreds and hundreds of kids congregate there and smoke pot and drink. I was amazed at the fact that there weren’t any cops there. 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. It was practically a rave. I walked down the side of the grove and down Wawona, the part that ends and becomes a walking trail for about two blocks. 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. 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. I think it’s Sunday. I hope so. I may have to troll for a “massage” therapist to help alleviate some of this pain. And I didn’t make it to the needle exchange once again.

November 11, 2017April 14, 2019

Sun of a beach.

I’m beginning to think that I’m getting a little tired of flying solo. I really do like my alone time but it’s moments like these that I think that it might be nice to share with someone else. At the risk of sounding completely cheesy (if I haven’t already) I think I need a little romance.

I’ve Had more sex than any of than any one man deserves in his lifetime in the past 10 years. And not a single interaction has really lead to more than a casual friendship. Sometimes I think think I know the people that work at the clinic better than I know anyone else. Tonight’s the needle exchange, maybe I’ll find a date there.

November 11, 2017April 14, 2019

Mail

Today I got some mail the belongs to someone that lives down on the street next to mine – same address just different street. I did what I thought was the right thing to do and walked the mail the their house. When I got there I heard voices inside and so I rang the bell and waited about three or four minutes and still heard voices but nobody came to the door. I wonder if people are scared to answer the door? What are people so afraid of? Ehhh – Maybe I’m overthinking it and the doorbell is just broken.