Thursday Night at the Laird

Smoked crystal with Shane and headed to the Laird last night. There was a good DJ playing. David followed later. His finger's twitched when he saw the crack pipe, as we all call it. He had a problem with it once and now he can't. But you should see how interested he got in every stage of our process, couldn't take his eyes of us - grinning, wide-eyed. Are you going to have more? he said, when we looked like we'd finished.

Laurence, a friend of David and Shane, was meeting us there, with his date Michael – who, apparently, didn’t turn out to be so interesting, so we didn’t get to meet him. Laurence lived in London, with David, when they were both pups and have now known each other for years. Shane and Mark W. picked Laurence up and had a threeway with him, in Perth, some time ago, not sure why Perth, as Laurence lives in Sydney. Then Laurence picked up Mat at Mardi Gras, some time later, who told him he was having a torrid time in a threeway in Melbourne and Laurence worked out who Mat was by what Shane had told him. Then Laurence met up with David, old friends catching up when David was going out with Shane, as the new boy friend and parts of Laurence's life crashed into each other, right before his eyes.

Shane’s friend, Christian, from Perth, was also at the Laird. Shane and I hung out with him mostly, he's lots of fun. Christian is cute and cheeky and chatty. He said, he wished they had a bar like the Laird, in Perth. I’ve got to move here, he said. He's got the spark to just go up to anyone and start up a conversation. We'd often look around for him and there he'd be across the other side of the room chatting away. Maybe that’s a part of being a small town boy? Part of, what's become, their charm?

Shane forgot the joints and had to go home to get them. We'd drunk lots of beer, I just can't drive to a bar, especially one that is in walking distance. But Shane just got in his car and drove home and back, not a problem.

We stayed late in the beer garden. Christian resumed chatting up sexy Nick... whose cock he slipped out of a black jock strap, which was under his camouflage chaps, playing with it in the court yard. Nice dick, huge balls, sexy Nick, while we all passed the joint.

Off drugs, I’m not so cheap, said Nick, in his deep husky voice.

No joint for Christian though, doesn't drink, take drugs, drink tea or coffee, or hit up with sugar. He drank water all night and was the liveliest one of the lot of us. Thinking about it, he kept the sparkle in his sexy eyes, while we all turned glassy-eyed stares. The whole drug thing is really a myth, when you look at it and it's got a shit load of people sucked in.

But, then again, as I like to say, it's been like that since time began, when the first caveman sucked at an Oleander Bush, for the first time. Britain fought wars with China over them. It's as old a prostitution and you know what they say about that? The modern day scourge thing is a modern day construct, after we got governments and corporations who needed to control the thinking of the masses.

I know I'm saying two things here, that they don't work that we're probably more together off them... and that we've evolved on them, but what do I care, I'm off my head.

Got home late. Smoked a shit load of pot. Slept all day.

P.S. I woke up at 8pm, Friday. Watched Project Runway with David and woke up on the couch 4am Saturday morning.

I pinched the photo from eMack, I hope he doesn't mind. But, is this guy hot, or what? Facially, he looks like my ex-boyfriend Lauri and he has Manny's body, hairiness. And he has Lauri's bulge. What a combination Lauri and Manny, I think I just precum in my pants.