Jack Parker
I work for an attorney agency downtown. My job is simple, I collect evidence from witnesses or articles that could help the plaintiff or defendant win his/her case. I present the evidence to my boss in hopes it will help him in the trial. I work a 9-5. I go home after that, I eat dinner and then I use my free time to watch the news or go to the club in search of a lovely lady. When it gets late I head to bed to wake up and do it all over.
Again.
And again.
And again.
What am I doing?
What am I looking for?
I have a well-paying job, something many men cannot find, so I should be content, I should feel complete.
At times I wish that I could just go to sleep and never wake up.
I wish that something interesting would happen.
The club isn't as exciting as it used to be, there must be a reason that I can't find a lover there.
The news is the same, Some celebrity broke up with another celebrity, a kid died, a funny thing on social media, a school shootout, daily traffic, blah, blah, blah...
I want to change.
I need it.
I crave it.
I deserve it.
I just don't know how to make it happen.
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Carlos Chávez
"Mmmhnn, yeah baby, just like that!
Mmm-Ahh, yeah, ye-Ahh, keep going, go faster!
Fuck me, hard Daddy! Auhhmnnn! Carlos!"
We finish maybe 5 minutes later. She lights a blunt. I've recently quit za, so I go to the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit.
I look in the mirror; all I see is a poor excuse of a man. No matter how many girls I bang, I will never be complete, will I?
Oh, shut the fuck up, no one gives a flying rat's ass about feeling complete.
You sound like a faggot.
Grow up.
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