casting out

I hated her Loathed her I loved my wife But would have divorced her Just to smite that bitch

What a pity it would be to pass on from this life without ever having done [that]

I met him at his garage. I'd scheduled to have my VW in for service. He asked me what I was in for as I stepped out of my car in the lot. I told him. He said he was closed... for the day... maybe forever? He looked up and off into the sky. He seemed fine with it. Happy even. I've never had a more unusual experience at a car garage, in a good way. I liked this guy, Lance.

I was never very talented at explaining things to your faces, nor did I ever take much of a liking to the act. So I write you. Sorry in advance for being such an asshole, but it’s life... and one of the best things we have is the option to do anything. This is what I’m doing. This is my story...

Two beautiful foreign girls on the late bus. Beautiful until one puked, holding it in a bit at first, her cheeks puffed out, before spouting it on the floor. We hit a red light and it rolled way up the aisle.

Or business?

He goes, “that sounds like fun, not.”

That night I got very drunk with the logistics specialist and almost got into a fight with The Hunches guitarist.

Or is it just a hangover

He's a pastor now.

Today: yah, like my husband’s great and all... he’s very sweet, he’s a great guy! But I really just want a man. Someone to toss me around and pound me.