Bet ya thought a little part of me died inside. Haven't heard the strange word in a while
well the fuck stops here. there I was ... standing with my dick in the wind, my pants around my ankles, laughing. I then preceeded to fall over. There were no drugs pumping through my veins, no booze had quenched my thirst. I simply couldn't stand it. Rubber rubbed my body. Tightly up against my ... armpit.
I used my arms to put me back in my place -a wheelchair- and tied the shoelace of a belt around my waist for the first time in nine god damn weeks. With rubber back under my arms I prayed to GOD not to let my pants drop again. They didn't.
I tried three more times to stand with no avail. This takes me to a new level of...of...something, I dont know, but its not good.
This is the best time they say. "We're through the looking glass" Lindon Johnson told me once. But I think he was talking about
