I haven’t died yet.
Fuck you, I’m going back to writing nightmares. That’s right, it took me spending $200 at a strip club in Key West to make me realize I hate everything about paid sexual situations. “Nick?! You’ve paid for sex before?!” Yes I have grandma, but not in the way your Bible spells it out. You see, we all PAY for sex. Sex is a form of currency. Obviously, I’m not talking about a situation where you’re in line at Target to buy ‘Step it Up 2: the Streets’ and when you open your wallet a women with an eye patch twists your nuts like a light bulb the way you love it. Shut up; follow the metaphor. Sex is power- it grants permission for a lot of things, just like my $5 grants me access to that shitty, flaccid subway sandwich. So, in its own way, everything is a paid sexual situation and I hate it all. I hate overweight people who complain about elevators breaking down. I hate how I’m supposed to smile at a baby when he’s been crying directly in my ear for 3 hours. I hate how I’m balding and I have to hide it by writing shitty blog posts.
So when I’m sitting in a dimly lit club, called Teasers, and money is hemorrhaging out of me, I felt like a creep. One of the dancers walk over to me, and by walk, I mean crawl; and she’s Argentinian. Instead of trying to tell her I drive a hover car or invented the hand clap in melodic emo songs, I’m slurring questions in Spanish about which footballer she likes more- Messi or Teves. I’m a creep. However, my writing this doesn’t make me a ‘creep’ in your eyes, it makes me a hot-shot comedian. So drink your fucking Starbucks, listen to Kings of Leon and laugh at Leather Jacobs’ nightmares…because he is too…while he’s watching you shower.
Glad to have you back. Don’t leave us in suspense; who was her favorite footballer?
Adam said this on January 5, 2010 at 3:50 pm |
She said she liked Messi. She then motorboated me- hahah I was too drunk at the time to realize it…wow..I’ve officially been motorboated.
leatherjacobs said this on January 5, 2010 at 9:58 pm |