December 12
The weekend binge has been, other than Jocko, mostly a flop. To avoid a long sink into my black hole, I am dead set on a slutty finale which should exhaust me and lead me back into the work week.
His name is Pig. The straightforwardness of his tag intrigues me. He says he wants me to slap him a little and spit on him. I have never done this sort of thing but I think it will be pretty easy. I tell Pig to come in two hours. To fortify, since I’ve eaten very little for days, I order a Papa John’s pizza and hang a snowflake on the advent calendar.
I put on a robe, then loosen it a little at the last second to intrigue the delivery boy. He’s Mexican and notices my barely hidden nudity, but seems to be in an incredible hurry. Everyone, it seems, is in a rush these days.
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