Originally posted at: https://wolfcola412.tumblr.com. Written today about last night.
This is my first attempt at writing a story in probably 3-4 years. Depression is a motherfucker. It’ll probably take me a while to get my chops back, but this was fun to write, so I’ll probably share more.
About us:
Me: 35 year old dude who still gets carded sometimes. Shaggy/unkempt hair. I look like every 35 year old dude who listens to Hot Water Music. I’m 6′ tall, go about 220-225 with some chub (I’m down from 298 a year ago). Tattoos and a few facial piercings.
Wife: 34. Thick/chubby/whatever with great breasts and a wonderful ass. I dig it. Short red hair. Tattoos. Piercings. Punky.
I sit at my desk this morning with the sounds of CNN on television and my beautiful wife, Laura sleeping restlessly behind me, recovering from a stressful run of fifteen straight days working in a thankless job as a retail manager – a job title that I share for the time being.