I’d been wondering what George was going to do once we had some time alone. I didn’t have long to wait. His girlfriend had gone home early yesterday morning leaving him sleeping in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I was sitting in my red, bent-plywood chair reading Dave Eggers’ You Shall Know Our Velocity! #AffiliateLink (Damn! […]
I’d noticed George had turned suddenly taciturn after we fucked. He’d quickly showered and retreated to his room. I thought maybe the sex had been bad for him (and even after all this time I worry that he’s somehow convinced himself that he has to let me fuck him to continue living with me although
I forgot to mention in the last post that at some point during our brief visit to Pinocchio that night, George turned to me, eyes sparkling and grinning big, asking me if I wanted biznis: “You, me, go apartment, kom-plet biznis. Kom-plet night.” I really hate it when he tries the [utterly pointless] biznis
This story has gone on too long; I need to get past it. George and I go to Rudolfa. He sees a young, femmy guy at a table, who’s a bartender from Pinocchio. His hair’s elaborately gelled and I swear I remember a hair clip of some kind but that’s probably just me being catty.
Thank the goddess my lungs are clear, or at least, they sound like it, according to the cute English-speaking woman who examined me at the hospital today. However, last night I woke myself up, and George’s girlfriend Denisa, choking and unable to breathe or swallow. Through a weird series of strategies including holding my nose, force-swallowing/gulping
I’m in the first day of having no money at all. Just spent my last 29 Kč on this hour of Internet, mostly to send e-mails to potential roomies. Okay, I still have 7 Kč with which to buy, what? A bag full of rohliky (the bland, sawdust-dry cigar-shaped tube of white bread that is a Czech staple, although I
My dick has been waking me up two or three times a night this week. In this post, I describe how George woke me up and stuck his finger in my pisshole.
So, I’ve been wondering where George’s money has been going (although Martin has paid me back, George still owes 5000 Kc in rent that was due over 15 days ago). Okay, I knew it was going in the general direction of The Junkie’s Playground, I just didn’t know what drug specifically. He has all the signs: never has
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