Unholy Roman Empire
Don’t kid yourself, boy. You couldn’t handle it. Old things make you uncomfortable. A million of em just like you. Crippled midgets hungry for revolution. Thinkin America is just a fart on a string.
Don’t kid yourself, boy. You couldn’t handle it. Old things make you uncomfortable. A million of em just like you. Crippled midgets hungry for revolution. Thinkin America is just a fart on a string.
Each laugh I hear is a battle cry, announcing, “The world hasn’t broken me yet.” But on some days laughter isn’t enough, so I
decide to howl instead. I rear back, begin to bellow like a beast…and then they come for me, drag me away kicking
and screaming. A blow to the head and my world goes black…
“The drugs! Ditch the drugs! He’s coming!” When Pete doesn’t immediately comply with my frenzied request to jettison the narcotics I grab his backpack and attempt to throw it into the brackish water. “Take it easy man,” he says, wrestling the bag away from me. “We’re gonna be fine.” Stanton has no reaction. He silently […]
Any man with half a libido and a shred of honesty will admit, if only privately, that he’s put to himself the question of whether he’d get down with a shemale. Tonight, Seth and I face this moment of
While it’s difficult say when, exactly, one goes from being a Lost Boy of China to a Dirty Old Man of China, it’s easy to tell the difference. One remains a child at heart. The other could very well support child prostitution.
I’ve lived through broken hearts and broken bones and broken dreams and broken teeth and broken homes and broken promises and broken silences and broken records…
The man in that picture could not possibly have sensed that his upwardly mobile aspirations would one day leave him estranged from the very life and family he’d hope to build, that being a parent and husband would be little more than a hobby he practiced in his free time. I almost feel sorry for him.