Look What I Did to My Id.

HIM: What's a midget?

ME: A little fucker.

My psychoanalyst has stated that since my writing is therapy - I should write more. I reckon since I became public with this blog - as opposed to writing anonymously as previously recorded. (Thank you, Desolation Angel - your time is up.) I guess I have been a wee bit timid in setting down the accounts of my adventures. Now don't get me wrong, nothing has changed - I still do the same haphazard wacky shit, but I guess I have been as appalled as you are to witness these events second hand. But, hell - who gives a shit anyway.

So, here we go...

Bored from waiting till the first of next month to swing around so I can partake in my Second Wondering, I moped around Juarez sweating in the midday heat - a little randy, I decided to steal the afternoon at the porno theater on Ave. Lerdo. Plopping my 45 pesos into the bitches wrinkled paw and spiteful stare at the door, I entered the dank mildew stench of the main theater. I tell you after a good rain, this place can stir up a stink.

In the far inky blackness - up on screen - some Mexican broad was getting her cootch reamed by two studs and I decided to meander down to the front row. The theater was already getting full from horny perverts so I had to get a choice seat and quick. I sat and looking around I pulled out my dry goods and not a minute later a tall lanky handsome college type lad sat in front and did the same - all the while looking back at my thingy.

Some chewing gum smacking joto tried to muscle in on my attended prey, but skinny dutifully shoo'ed him away making way for my seductive attack. The kid was quite the go getter - pulling down his khakis as I kneeled in front he made clear no blow job for him - nope, this little bugger wanted me to suck his balls while fucking him with my finger. The boy squirmed and moaned as I rapidly slid my digit in and out of his supple ass until he came to some kind of quivering climax.

I said my salutations and repaired to the lulu to wash off my hands - old bitter fairies paraded in a stylized ballet of random broken lust amid sounds of pissing and farting - smell of bleach, semen, and shit lingered in that stained room.

Sitting back in the theater proper, I looked around and the fun fest was in full swing - heads bobbed in crotches of willing patrons as the desperate and depraved paraded through the isles. Some Emo kid that I had noticed before slithered next to me and performed the most mind blowing head job on me I have had in many a moon - afterwards the bitch wanted to get intimate and cuddle - told him to skattah. Sat watching the show around me and not much attention to what was up on screen - cigarette, cigarette, cigarette. This little Mexican Indian - handsome as all get out with a mouth full of silver, Seth he said his name was - plopped next to me and we groped and probed in the dank dark. But, I wasn't feeling it.

Tired of this I left the theater and shuffled across simmering pavement to Bar Buen Tiempo. Above storm clouds - dark, heavy, pendulant - hovered on the brink of out burst.

Entered the bar and said howdy to the regulars and servants. Sat and had a couple of caguamas of Sol cerveza. It seems lately I have been spiraling to alcoholism - with much time and nothing to do in this one horse town - it seems drinking is the alternative. Old pal Enrique entered and we had some yucks - tired I went home in a deluge of rain. Striding in that downfall I thought I will not miss this place when I leave - and I probably won't miss the next place I leave. Or the next place...