the sax player's late! - a tech company romance.

Part 2

god, jr music had been a shitshow. but you know, that was all behind me now, and what was ahead glistened like fresh hentai tentacles on the horizon. narrowly avoiding a falling megadeck and a cloud of rabid termites, i made my way up the steps of st georges hall. the building was definitely a little more than worse for ware and it had these horrible parasitic insects liking in its walls. that and it had termites. passing the pnc lounge I take a moment to whip out my babymaker and urinate all over their instant coffee. Inside St. George's y'all I can see the usual array unpaid child labourers. Ebony darkness dementia raven way stands with Brittany as they talk about something that's probably one of her eternal boy problems.

Our cult leader and supreme overlord shaniqua stares down at us from atop the jesus balcony. "God damn these fucking government theatre advisers, in about to jump and end it all."

We know he won't. He has a cat and some grandchildren at home he has to look after. Not to mention his avid carrot collection.

Behind him stands notorious serial killer Jeffery dahmer. With joy and murder in his eyes he laughs at shaniqua's joke. his braces shining in the light of the shitty ceiling house lights he squints viciously at me.

"You'll never be the next Freddie Mercury, I say to him." He looks hurt, but knowing he's a sociopath, he probably feels nothing.

Looking down at my phone, I see I've received a text alert from my boyfriend. I don't reply immediately, don't want to seem desperate. But when I do text back it's a full on dick pic, the guys love it.

Some people ask me, 'what's it like to be dating Quentin Beck?' Clearly, they've never dated Quentin beck. Sex is amazing, of course. And helping out with his evil plans as well as hanging out around the sparse mosh pits at his shitty concerts couldn't be better.