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The temperature, according to my phone, is 108 degrees fahrenheit. According to a customer’s dashboard in their car, it’s 115. Either way: the breeze blowing burns my cheeks and hurts to be in. This summer is not even half way done, and it is already hell.

38th Birthday is in little under a month..

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Grindr never stops amusing me. Three profiles in a row: “Bttmcumslut,” “Peace4Ukraine,” “Wanna Make Out?”.. This is, I think, an accurate sample of the gay culture in DFW at this point in time.

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Mors certa; vita incerta..…

It’s a trait I came by naturally and is the No. 1 top bestest source of self-amusement that I have at my disposal.

The art of subtly pushing another person’s buttons for the sole purpose of robbing them of their peace and happiness.

Now, I know this is “evil” behavior and can (and sometimes does) lead to retribution. I don’t engage in it everyday or do it to everyone I come across. But every once in a while, another human being shows me their petty, cunt fucktard, side of themselves.. And then, when I have my own confirmation of their lack of any redeeming human-like qualities.. Then I make sure that 1) my amusement is paramount and sole driving force and 2) they are subjected to their own self-disclosed private annoyance-laden hell.

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No good deed goes unpunished. Especially when it’s past midnight and drugs are involved.

Dust made the off hand comment in text that his plug wasn’t available until later in the day and would/could I have any connects in the area. Mikey had been in my ear the other night about prices and how he wanted to make some money, par for course with him.. But, I figured I would help out two near and dears, and attempted to orchestrate the meet-up of two very nebulous characters via texting and phone signals..

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