Home Life

Pop left early for Kay's place. I took the opportunity to switch out the bedding in the big room. Pop obviously put on his Bargain Hunter's cap when he bought these sheets and pillowcases. It's not colorfast and it's red, and so it bleeds and bleeds, and it paints my shorts red.

Girls

I received an Amazon delivery from one of their private contractors. My god! She was like something out of a porno scene, dressed in bluejean shorts and a snug top doing heavy-duty work to cover those massive tits, and she was quite fit, not a fattie really, not yet anyway, and fairly pretty, just a bit off-white. But she is made for a full anglo or black man starting at six feet in height, as she must have been five-eight or five-nine, big enough to make me feel my smallness, not something to help me feel my manliness. My eyes were desperately trying to drink her in, since I never come that close to anything that good, whereas I was like nothing to her, like a fly in her soup, the heavy breathing on the other end of her phone line.

Quotes

“I knew I wanted to be creative, and one day I just started writing.”

-- Walter Moseley

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“Words are so erotic, they never tire of their coupling.”

-- Stanley Kunitz

Old

A Twitter prompt: Signs that you are old.

One guy said, "It takes 5 seconds to scroll to your birth date on a drop down menu."

My answer, not to be shared: When you start looking toward death the way you used to for summer vacation.