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solous.persona

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    Ageplay
    Bedwetting
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    Hyper wetting
    Watersports
    Biting
    Bondage
    Crossdressing
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  1. Oh man that sounds like sssooo much fun! Sounds a lot like what I imagine seein' GWAR would be like, just with way more pyrotechnics!
  2. Anyone gonna be in town for ACL? I'd love to meet any of y'all if you wanna get together. Lemme know what's up!
  3. I've heard Rammstein is INSANE live! Would love to see Volbeat, that'd be a good show. I had a chance to go see Clutch in Fort Worth, TX, but I couldn't get off work! I had to give the tickets to a buddy of mine. I was pretty bitter about.
  4. "If I sing a song, will ya sing along? Or should I just keep singin' right here by myself?

    If I tell you I'm strong, will ya play along? Or would you see I'm as insecure as anybody else?

    If I follow along, does it mean I belong? Or will I keep on feelin' diff'rent from everybody else?"

    -Dave Matthews

  5. I think that's so awesome you're about to start HRT! My last Ex is(past tense sounds like she's dead or somethin' idk...) MTF and I went to all the appointments with her, helped her do research on side-effects, and we were in the process of seriously starting to plan out her Bottom Surgery by comparing Surgeons here in the States vs goin' the Medical Tourism route to Bangkok. I learned A LOT while we were together! Lol Anyways, I truly wish you the best from the bottom of my Southern Heart. (Not ALL of us from Texas are bigots, y'all! There are some good people down here tryin' to Fight The Good Fight everyday, n'a'mean?) You'd be welcome down here in Austin ANYTIME, and the Kind Clincs here offer FREE HRT and PREP treatments. There's also a way to get most your Meds for free at any HEB Pharmacy in the city.
  6. Don't Give Me Mushrooms And Absinthe(Unless You Want Me To Hardcore Make-Out With You(and maybe some "hands stuff")) [This Story Is About My First "Bi Experience." If readin' 'bout two guys goin' at it isn't Your Thing, you've been warned. Also. Sorry about it being so lengthy. This was a VERY special night for me and I wanted to tell this story right.] Let's just dive right in y'all, shall we? It's 2010, I'm managin' the Candy Kids at that steakhouse in Bible Belt, TX, and it's the weekend after my 24th birthday; Saturday night to be precise. I'd been plannin' this night for WEEKS. Y'see, I started a little Birthday Tradition for myself two years prior: I would order a bottle Legitimate Distilled-From-Wormwood Absinthe off the internet from the Czech Republic(and may the gods bless you wonderful Czechs for facilitating a means for me to do so! ). So I had, in my mind, the gameplan of just bringing the bottle to a typical Saturday Night After-Work Party at "LeadLine", "HeadServ", and "FryGuy's" place; y'know, few shared shots with some close friends, and let the night ensue. Oh how I was SSSOOO wrong! The Candy Kids had a gameplan of their own. My first Red Flag of the night caught my attention right as I'm pullin' up to the house: an empty cul-de-sac; there should've been cars lined up and down street at this hour! The next one got filed away right as I got out of my truck: quiet(as in absolutely zero music of any kind leakin' out from the garage door). Now I'm startin' to wonder what's goin' on. I went thru the back gate to the sliding door into the kitchen; where I immediately found all 6 of the main Candy Kids at the table just shootin' the shit. I called this particular group of individuals The Usual Suspects; these 6 were the ones mainly responsible for keeping the monthly garage raves goin'. The rest of us just gave them the money, and The Usual Suspects would successfuly transmute that cash into more lights, better sound equipment, and, of course, drugs. Lot's and lot's of drugs! Also present, but in the living room was "Heavy D." "Heavy D", "LeadLine", and I all went to High School together. I call him "Heavy D" in this story 'cause at this point in his life, he was in the process of going from being a Corrections Officer at the Portuguese Bobinsky Unit outside of town(My Fellow Texans: I've peppered in so many Simpsons-esque clues as to where I grew up!) to what would end up being a decent MMA career. Dude was the epitome of what we call in Texas a "Big Ol' Corn-Fed Mutherfucker." 6'5", 260lbs of Pure Texas White Boy Muscle; and seriously the nicest, sweetest guy I've EVER known. "Heavy D" did NOT drink; nor could he do drugs due to his job as a CO. As soon this gargantuan of a 22 year-oid rounded the corner into the kitchen, I couldn't stand it anymore. I just blurted out "Ok what the fuck, guys? Where the hell is everybody?" "HeadServ" just smiled and said "The main party got diverted to the Storm Cellar tonight(one of my bartenders' place, and home to many other stories of debauchery. 75% of the occupants of the Storm Cellar were gay, and the other one was laid-back as fuck; Y'all, I'm talkin' the movie Party Monster but on a budget!)." So I'm like, "Ok cool. So what are WE doin' then?" "LeadLine" took over at this point by saying "We got somethin' planned to go with that bottle in your hand. We're just waitin' on "Wan Fang" to get here." Well this immediately piques my interest! "Wan Fang" was an Outside Candy Kid, meaning he was in the crowd that went to the monthly garage raves, but didn't work at the restaurant; he was just friends with a few of the Kids. The reason(s) I was so intrigued was that "Wan Fang" was our main supplier of Party Drugs(ex/molly and shrooms). But he was also half-Japanese and like, a total Weeb before Weebs were even a Thing; a Proto-Weeb, if you will. And he never just showed up by himself, he'd always be at least 10-deep in some of the most interesting characters that Bible Belt could produce! And not even 5mins later, thru the front door came "Wan Fang" & Co, all decked-out in Full Rave Gear. And trailing behind the crew was the fuckin' CUTEST Asian Boi I've ever laid eyes on! He was wearing HOT PINK Fuzzy Cat Ears y'all, I was POWERLESS!! I felt my face flush immediately! "NekoBoi" was going to be Trouble, I just KNEW it! Now lemme pause for a minute, please. I had always known that I was attracted to both boys and girls from a very early age. But being forced into catholicism by my family at first, then primarily by my Ex-Wife made me feel extremely conflicted about it, to say the least; not to mention the self-loathing that would always follow-up. And growing up in a Texas town that the church of christ had a stranglehold on only compounded matters. Y'all can see where I'm goin' with this, right? There was only ONE person I hanged out with back then who knew that I was Bi(my first Guy Kiss ), but he was home at the Storm Cellar. I'm all alone tonight, and it's about to get Real, y'all! "Wan Fang", wearing his usual Panda Bear beanie/scarf, noticed the bottle of La Boheme in my hand, smiled, and pulled me into hug. After he released me, he reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a HUGE bag of mushrooms and a scale. It all made sense now, "Heavy D" was there as our Trip-Sitter to make sure we all stayed in the house, and help us out should one of us get stuck inside the bathroom mirror. I smiled gleefuly as "HeadServ" pulled out wad of cash and the divy-ing commenced. 2grams apeice. Which was then ground up and slammed with OJ. We rinsed the tumblers out and I started measuring out shots and passin' out sugar cubes. 2 shots apeice(for those that wanted), and enough left over to make myself a generous Bohemian Cocktail to nurse throughout the night, and then some. We started minglin' and getting situated for the Trip. I was in the middle of makin' sure I got my earbuds handy and fixin' up a good playlist, when "NekoBoi" glided across the living room and plopped down on the Love Seat next to me. Now, I knew this Boy was gonna be Trouble 'cause I had noticed this pattern emerging around me since my late teens: I would consistantly be complimented and get hit on by more gay men than straight women. I didn't get it then, I still don't get it. All I know is gay dudes fuckin' LOVE me! "Hi!" he told me, so excited. So fuckin' CUTE! "I'm Ken, it's short for Kenji(), what's your name?" Kenji asked, while gettin' handful of my mane of black collar-length super curly hair. "Omigod I LOVE your hair, it's so curly!!!" Yes it is, Kenji. Yes it is(the first of the stares have started). "Hey Kenji," I replied smilin' unconciously with what one of my exes used to call my "Perfect Impish Grin."(she thought it was very sexy) "I'm [solous]. I like your ears, I think they're super cute!"(Oh. I know y'all. "Gimmie Your Heart, Make It Real" Smooth ) "Thanks! I just got them online a few days ago, I've been dying to wear them out somewhere!" "Well, I'm glad you did! Bytheway, please don't stop playin' with my hair, you have no idea how much I fuckin' love when people do that!" It's true. Boy, girl, young, old, doesn't matter. You play with my hair and I will IMMEDIATELY forget what I'm doin'. Hell, I may even be inclined to lay my head in your lap and just ADHD the fuck out. Which is exactly what ended up happening with Kenji! So I'm layin' there on the Love Seat, with my head in his lap, my knees up over the arms of the tiny couch we're sharin', Kenji's got both hands buried deep into my dark locks, and he's just workin' miracles on my scalp with his fingertips. I'm in my own little fuckin' world at this point, completely oblivious to the stares the two of us are increasingly attracting towards us. I'm back to workin' on my Trip Playlist on my Blackberry Torch(I miss that fuckin' phone!) and gettin' to know my new friend. Only now, I'm tryin' to use all my skills as a musician, a hopeless romantic, and a person who feels way too many emotions way too intensely all at once to be considered "Normal", to dig deep and harness the Power Of Music to my advantage, and I found the perfect two songs. I added them to the playlist, separated them by a few other choice selections, and added one last song to cap the whole thing off. It was, ironically, that last song that I added, by no other reasoning beyond "Oh Shit. Yeah, This Is A Chill-Ass Song", that would end up being the Catalyst for Kenji and me. I'm startin' to feel loose at this point. The Thujone from the Absinthe started to seep into my brain as I slowly started to notice my inhibitions goin' on strike. I inwardly shrugged, took a long sip off my Bohemian, told myself "fuckit", passed Kenji an earbud, and pressed "Play." We both dove into selections from Daft Punk's "Alive 2007" album together. Three songs in I start to notice what I can only describe as "Morphing Paisley Patterns" appearing on the walls. The Psilocybin had officially joined the party! Not even halfway thru the next song it happened-BAM! In thru the front door came "FryGuy" with his gilfriend in tow(one of the new servers) and looked in on to a small lake of people just sprawled out all over the living room in various states of Trippin'; "Heavy D" just chillin' in the recliner with a shaker bottle of something that probably tasted disgusting but was super healthy for you. "FryGuy" just shook his head and said "Ah goddamnit. I forgot y'all were doin' this tonight." His glance passed Kenji and me, was immediately followed by a double-take, and then ended with this look of just "Alright so this is happening" on his face. "Happy Birthday [solous]." He told me, trying to not show his awkwardness toward what he's seein'. I managed to nod and say something resembling "Thank you" and pointed at the bottle of La Boheme on the kitchen table. There was two, maybe three good fingers of Absinthe left and I said something along the lines of "You Two Go Have Fun". I don't know, there was so much sensory input overload at this point that it took real effort for me to form simple sentences, let alone just, you know, words. "FryGuy" grabbed the bottle off the table, raised it to me in thanks, as he and his girlfriend disappeared into his room. We didn't see the two of them for the rest of the night. While my interaction with "FryGuy" was takin' place, everyone else was in the process of scatterin' throughout the house to begin Trippin' proper. Not Kenji and me. We were both pefectly happy right where we were. Daft Punk eventually changed over to Oakenfold, to Tiesto, O-Zone's Romanian Banger from the EARLY 2000's(which I belted at the top of my lungs in perfect Romanian, 'cause I'm a HUGE geek like that!), and I'm just sinkin' deeper and deeper into myself; Kenji's tender fingertips on my scalp the only thing keepin' me anchored to this physical plane of existence. And I'm so glad he's there with me y'all. While Kenji became more and more gorgeous in my eyes as the Playlist rode on, the first of the Perfect Songs came on: Heaven by DJ Sammy. I knew I made the right choice when I felt Kenji squirmin' his hips beneath my head. "Omigod I LOVE this song!" We both started singin' along, smiling at each other, and just gettin' lost in each others' eyes. We were the only two people in Existence right then, and that was totally fine with us. The song ended and was followed by some Sade, Incubus, Sigur Ros, and then the second Perfect Song came on, which was the same song, COMPLETELY different connotation. The Candlelight Remix to Heaven. Just Yanou on the Piano, a small string section, and the honeyed-tones of Do's voice tying together the most romantic song ever arranged. We both listened to the intro. Kenji moved a hand from out of my hair, and slid it under the collars of my chef's coat and undershirt and started rubbing gentle small circles on my sternum with his palm; his fingers playin' with my chest hair. I responded in kind by placin' my hand closest to him on the back of his head and started to run my fingers thru his beautiful jet-black hair. Occasionally following along to the melody on the imaginary keyboard I found on the back of Kenji's neck. I started to sing along. Now, I have what I would call a "Decent" voice, and sometimes I'm able to harness it properly to acheive Karaoke Greatness. But that night y'all, I was about to lay down some of my Best Shit to the only audience that's ever mattered to me: sweet, beautiful Kenji. I locked eyes with that Boy starin' down at me, started in on "Ooohhh thinkin' about our younger years..." and didn't look back. My ears, lips, tongue, throat, and vocal chords all workin' in perfect sync with one and other. I sang that song FLAWLESSLY, pouring ALL of my heart into it. I siphoned off every emotion I have EVER felt into my voice. The song came to end. I laid there lookin' up at Kenji, my soul vocally laid bare before him. My hand was on his cheek; when did that happen? Doesn't matter. And then the Tribal rhythms of the Last Song started up... Zion by Fluke, off The Matrix Reloaded Soundtrack(the underground rave scene). I sat up to get a quick drink from my Bohemian. Three things happened next at the same time: I sat my drink down, the first Drop in the song happened, and Kenji lunged to plant his cute lips onto mine! We started goin' at it like two teenagers in the back of a Yella Dog rollin' down a dark Texas back-road on the way back home from an Away Game(I was the reason we ended up havin' Boy's and Girl's buses in High School band. So many great memories). And these were long, deep, passionate kisses y'all; Kenji and I were both bringin' our A-Game! To this day, I still haven't kissed anyone as passionately as I did with my Kenji. The hypnotic rhythms addin' fuel to the fire that's ignited between the two of us. It was quickly becommin' as equally sexaully-charged as it already was emotionally-charged. Kenji breifly came up for air, and gently whispered in my ear "You're way too good at this." Hearing the smile in his voice, I replied by nibbling his earlobe and sayin' "You're not so bad yourself." Next thing I know, Kenji has his hand down my chef's pants, and wrapped around my hard dick. He then said, with the CUTEST grin on his handsome face(his eyes TWINKLED y'all! And I swear it wasn't the Absinthe and/or Mushrooms!), the 8 words I NEVER get tired of hearing when someone first puts their hand down my pants: "Oh. My. God. Your Cock Is Sssooo Thick!!!"(I'm sorry, y'all. I don't mean to brag(ok, maybe a little), but the Aztec Blood runs DEEP en la Familia de mi Abuelo. [Resistin' The Urge To Make An "Everything's Bigger In Texas" Joke]) I shuddered involuntarily and exhaled HARD, it was almost like I got the wind knocked out of me for a split second. I caught my breath, and immediately sought out Kenji's soft lips with mine, all the while I'm frantically tryin' to undo his belt and get his jeans unzipped(this is why I love chef's pants so much: drawstring! Sometimes I ain't got time to fuck around!). I finally got my hand in his pants and found my Perfect First Penis. Not too big(Yes. There is such a thing), not too small, just...mmn...it fit perfectly in my hand. I moved my hand up and down his smooth shaft, he started pumpin' away on me like there was no tomorrow, our bodies were undulating as one to the beat in our ears, our lips bacame Quantum-Entangled together. We were the only two occupants in a dimension of love, passion, emotion, rhythm, joy, and just the right amount of Too Much Lust. This is the best fuckin' night of my life. Our movements bacame more synchronized. We were moaning into each others' open mouths. It almost became too much; I had to let the Lizard Part of my brain take the wheel for a minute. I was operating on pure primal instinct at that point. Kenji and were just furiously jerkin' each other off, our mouths still locked together. I felt Kenji tense up as his free hand clamped down on the hair on the back of my head, and held on for dear life as he started to cum. The sounds of his Pleasure were almost enough, but is wasn't 'til I felt that first rope of his warm cum hit my wrist that I just fuckin' lost it! I closed my eyes and got swept up in the most intense orgasm I have EVER had! I felt cum just explode out of me. Just...so much cum, it was an INSANE amount of cum, even for me! My hand found the back of Kenji's neck and we're both holdin' onto each other as we're cumming together. HARD! We went back to deep kisses as we tried to catch our breath. Our ability to kiss each other was being severely compromised due to the fact that niether one of us could stop smiling. Kenji eventually took his hand from my crotch and happily licked his fingers clean, never breakin' eye contact with me. He kissed me on the forehead and told me "I'ma go pee and clean up. I'll be right back, Sweety." and just disappeared into the House, leaving all alone again. I stumbled to the kitchen where I was confronted with "Heavy D" at the sink rinsing out his shaker bottle, with what we in Texas call a "Shit-Eatin' Grin" on his face. Embarassed, all I could ask was "How much did you see?" "Heavy D" chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Oh don't worry, we all saw enough to put two an' two together. No one's judgin' tho. I think "Wan Fan" got a really good kick out of it." "Why?" I asked. "What do you mean?" He moved over so I could wash my hands and clean myself up, and let out a bark of laughter. "Ho-lee shee-yit! You don't know!? Kenji is "Wan Fang's" cousin!" I was petrified y'all! I may have been in another Universe, but I still had the wherewithall to know that givin' your Drug Dealer's Cousin a mutual hand-job is a HUGE Faux Pas!!! Like, there isn't even a word that exists in ANY language for the level of Faux Pas that is Bringin' Your Drug Dealer's Gay Cousin To Orgasm While Said Drug Dealer Is Still Present! "Heavy D" must've seen the color I felt draining from my face, while I'm tryin' to figure out what a life on the run from the Yakuza is goin' to be like. Maybe the Triads needed a Chef somewhere in a remote Chinatown. Wouldn't have been the first time I'd been called "Gwailou"...He grabbed my upper arms, sat me down on a bar stool, and said "Whoa. It's ok dude, "Wan Fang's" totally cool with it! 'E was tellin' me Kenji's visitin' from San Fransisco. All 'e's wanted to do was show 'is cousin a fun time in Texas. You helped do that for 'im! So look. Everything's cool, 'ere's a cigarette. Go'n out to the garage an' have a smoke. I'll get yer drink on my way back from makin' sure Kenji ain't stuck in the mirror. Don't worry. I'll make sure Kenji knows where to find ya. Go'n out to the garage now. Everything's ok, an' Kenji'll be back with ya in a minute." And with that he left the kitchen. I made my way to the garage door and passed thru the Portal to the Sound Dimension. I sat down on a couch made out of milkcrates and hot-glue(oh we were sssooo proud of it y'all! I wish I still had those pictures), pulled out my lighter, and lit up; just starin' down at the concrete watchin' the waves flow back and forth across my bare feet. Three long drags in, I felt a warm presence next to me. It was Kenji layin' his head on my shoulder. I lifted my hand to offer him my cigarette, he bent his head forward while makin' the most adorable Pac-Man Face and gigglin' uncontrollably. Oh it was so fuckin' cute, with those pink fuzzy ears...I brought my hand closer to those wonderful lips and he happily took a drag. We snuggled up together on the Worlds Most Uncomfortable Couch. I reached into my pocket to pull out my Marlboro 27's(The Cigarette Choice Of Texas Restaurant Workers) and handed Kenji a cigarette, which of course I fuckin' lit for him 'cause I'm a godsdamn Gentleman, thank you. We drew each other closer as the Nicotine flooded our lungs; Tiesto's Addagio For Strings pourin' from the speakers and washin' over us. I can't stop smilin'. We stayed by each others' side the whole night. We even fell asleep on our Love Seat with our arms wrapped around each other, Candlelight softly playin' thru shared earbuds. I remember "Wan Fang" walkin' past and just gave me this nod, visibly happy for his cousin. I closed my eyes, felt Kenji's chest movin' against mine as we breathed together, and drifted off to Mushroom Sleep... It took me the better part of three days to write, edit, rewrite and perfectly recall this night. After A LOT of THC-infused introspection I realized that after 12 years, I'm STILL hung up on this Boy! Kenji and "Wan Fang" both left before I woke up the next mornin'. I never saw him again. This started out as just another funny drug-themmed story from my life, but it's become so much more than that to me. It got very emotional for me at times while I wrote this. I actually tried listenin' to Candlelight to help take me back to that Love Seat, but I couldn't finish the song. I was startin' to cry. For real y'all, actual tears. Y'see, this started as a "My First Bi Experience" Story, but it's become a "What Could Have Been" Story between me and Kenji, my sweet, gorgeous little NekoBoi.
  7. I'm not a thug, nor do I strive to be one. I just so happen, thru my own inability to make good decisions, to live in the 'Hood. I'm also just really comfortable around criminals; it's an occupational hazard of working in kitchens for over a decade. And trust me when I say it's not legal; I live in Texas. We'll be the last fuckin' state to legalize ANYTHING. I get what you're sayin' tho. I am careful wherever I go; you learn to be super wary of your surroundings. The rest is just knowing when and how to approach people. I just try to make the best of what I got in life right now; just like everyone else "Downa Block." If I can turn it into a series of funny stories and make some people smile along the way, then I feel like I've done my part in bringing some form of positivity into this world.
  8. What a great fuckin' saturday! I scored a significant amount of Edible Gummies(for FREE!!), Smoked Out with my neighbors, and chilled outside listening to music; I taught them the finer points of Trance Music, and they taught me all about Gangsta Rap and Crip/Blood rapper beefs! All in all, not a bad day! Oh yeah. Also. I pissed my boxer's in the shower! I'd been Holdin' all day and I was doin' good until I had to look in the bathroom for something and that was all she fuckin' wrote! It was all I could do to crab-walk over to my phone and back to the shower. Once again I hit "Record" just as I lost control! Oh y'all...it felt so godsdamn good! Gettin' really stoned and then pissing your undies 'cause you couldn't hold it in a second longer? I highly(pun intended) recommend it! One Last Thing: Again, please ignore the scars on my feet. Fire Ant beds are no joke down here in Texas. Especially when your stoned ass isn't payin' attention to where you're walkin' while wearing sandals. VID_0012.3gp Wishin' Y'all A Wet Saturday Night!
  9. That's it! I couldn't hold it anymore! I made the mistake going into the bathroom as I was looking for something. All the sudden my whole lower abdomin tenses up and I knew right then and there I wasn't gonna make it! I had just enough time to crab-walk over to my phone and back, strip off my shorts and shirt, and hop in the shower. Video is on it's way! [satisfied sigh] What a great fuckin' Saturday!
  10. As day rolls into evening down here in the Lone Star State, I'm still Holding strong. Chalk another liter up on the board. I went outside to smoke a cigarette, and my neighbors were outside chillin'. One of them waved me over and they generously shared a Clutch Blunt with me. We chilled out there for a little bit, until one of the dude's girlfriend just strolls up out of nowhere and just BAM. Instant argument. And I'm talkin' full-blown, hood-ass, just yeah. I immediately extricate myself from that awkward situation. Now I'm just hangin' out in my room, 'bout to watch a Let's Play. I'm probably not gonna go back outside again as I'm starting to have to be very mindful of making any sudden movements. My neighbors are cool and all it's just...Gangstas don't "get" Omo. Golden Showes? Hell yeah! But wetting, and holding and stuff? Yeah they shy away from it. #Omo'HoodLife
  11. Just now starting to feel like I have to pee! [immediately chugs 1L of lukewarm water]
  12. That's what I've been doing. It's just this phone has a very limited selection to pick from.
  13. 3hrs, 24oz(710ml) of coffee, and 2.5L of water later: Y'all...so like, I'm not gonna "Pics Or It Didn't Happen" this until I have permission from the Mods, as it involves, depending on your state/province/country, possible illicit substances but...I just scored a bigolgodam bag of Edible Gummies THAT I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKIN' PAY FOR! Some dude next door I know just fuckin' slapped a 5er in my hand and said "'Ey, lookout [My Street Name](which I'm NOT sharin' unless you're local), take this 'ere an' go see [Other Guy's Street Name] downa block. He got sumthin' fo' ya." To which I responded, "A'ight bet." I procceeded to go "Downa Block," found [Other Guy], and told him what my neighbor told me, handin' him the $5. He went inside for a bit and came back out with a bag almost the size of my fist full of Magick little cubes! He put the bag down in my hand and then he just gave me that nod that all Drug Dealers in the U.S. give you. It's a nod that directly translates into "Our Business Transaction Has Concluded, Would You Kindly Kick Rocks And Go Fuck Off." I turned heel and did my best attempt at a "Thug March" I could muster back to my place. I located the Catalyst of this whole Adventure and asked exactly what I'm supposed to do with this, fearing in the back of my mind that I just inadvertantly got initiated into a Gang or something. I'm not knockin' the Gang Life, it's just I'm pretty sure the streets of ATX aren't ready for a 36 year old D&D Slingin', Video Game Crushin', Star Trek Online-Watch-Party Havin' OG-Nerd Thug. It's just not the right time. So anyways, he told me "Nah [Word I'm Not Ethnically Allowed To Say], that's fo' you, Dawg. Enjoy 'em, Bruh." He clapped me on the shoulder and went inside. I'm just sittin' here now like, I posted in my Funny Drug Stories thread earlier this morning sayin' "Everyday's a fuckin' adventure in The 'Hood" or some shit, but...I'm feelin' like the Skweezy Jibbs of East ATX right now, y'all! This is turnin' into a dope-ass Saturday, it's making look forward to my wet inevitability even more! More to come! #Omo'HoodLife
  14. Alright! Redemption Round! Mornin' Piss has been had, coffee has been drank, and the last of my weed has been smoked. The Clock starts now! Let's see what the day brings!
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