Slept til 1 pm. Ate $2, 50 cent spare rib and noodle from the local Chinese cafe in what will be an extension of China town Brooklyn in five years. Road my bike 3 miles in the sunshine, brick row houses with metal balcony railings, Hasidik Jews, Italian cologne, double parking, and Chinese seafood. And litter. And traffic lights every other block. I tailgated a sweatshirt hooded white boy bumpin hip hop out his cigarette smoking window as he turned the corner; I tried not to smash his car with my bicycle. I stripped naked and jerked off to a few hours of Netflix, cumming about 10 times. It’s raining and thundering now. I should do something productive. Two lamps cast that perfect yellow light. Sitting cross legged on the couch writing stories on my lap top, with only my horned rimmed glasses on- listening to honking and thunderous rain. Best life ever.
With every bit that I loved you, I
paved a path into my heart with your image,
your eye freckles,
with the scent
of your vetiver,
of our foreheads,
the sound of
with the school kids, singing
… playing the piano, the guitar.
Deeper and deeper I dug you- us, in.
I excavated a tunnel into my deepest foundation and filled it with us.
We laid out plans…
with no patience and to get a head start, I excavated more than we could fill,
I excavated 50 years ahead.
I was somewhere over there,
farther from here and closer to ahead and couldn’t see or hear…
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I came to high as hell and kind of vague as to where I was and what was happening, but as the room spun back into shape it was clear that this was the reality: My wife, Jenn, was on all fours getting pumped at both ends by two guys I didn’t know, while I was tied to a chair getting my cock sucked by some big-titted Amy she went to school with. It took a few seconds to remember how we got here, and how it all began.
Last year we moved to Newton, a town on the coast near where Jenn went…
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A lot of this I’m going to be vague or lie about, but the basic thing is all true.
When I was still a kid my mom died, and when I was in high school my dad, in most respects a monumental fuck-up, married this 25-year old, a woman called Jenny. He was already over 50, and she was gone less than two years later, but in that time she’d made quite an impression.
Two things I can tell you about Jenny might explain this, beyond that she was hot as fuck – long legs, slim figure, great smile and wardrobe like a hooker: the time I found her porn, and the time I caught her screwing the pool guy.
Now I was into my stepmom, but I was a regular high school kid and had other interests, so when she and dad went away for a long…
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