Well, it’s my cake day so I decided to write this in the little time I have today I wrote this basically in an hour or so… here’s a story of anal, blow jobs, and model building for my best bud’s Birthday from last year /shrug
How things have changed this year… but I still remember the day I met my childhood best friend. I dreamt of the day when he tiptoed into my mind that fateful day.
I remember I was dropped off by my overbearing mother at the local YMCA, and let loose from the prison that was my home. It was a pretty gross hot humid summer day and my young chonker self hated to exercise at the time. Now I’m a compulsive runner /shrug
All the memories and the daydreams filled with a summer haze inside my mind as I sat by myself in that empty cafeteria area. I glanced at the printed time sheet my mom had given me. Basketball? Floor hockey? Dodgeball? Gross. Bored senseless, but still refusing to exercise in a small act of defiance towards my mother. I threw crumpled up the sheet into the garbage. Instead, I read the same tired old fantasy book lost in its world until a squeak of a chair startled me from reverie.