T R U T H

They always say "it's how you act when you're scraping the bottom" but maybe the better indicator of your character is how you behave when the going's good. The horseshit sclerotic personna may work when sexual favors are involved but you can't salvage the debacle by just finishing with a "ta-da!". We joked about the people who eat some of their groceries before finishing at the checkout by imagining the look on the clerk at the liquor store if you opened a bottle and started swigging before paying for it. That's one of those breaches that can't be glossed over with promises of a handjob (possibly). 

When I see myself in the mirror I want to see a wise, generous creative guy but when drama comes to town I see petty, skeptical selfish me and it makes me ill. The light inside me dims and this realization proves I'm a practicing harlequin frightened by the future ghost of my clogged overflowing moral toilet. Karma come home to rest but where's the whoopee cushion? Today I'm going to try a little tenderness and wind up the Pez dispenser part of me that needs to get the thing in my throat out. You call that a life?