The Day Still Had Holes In It

I woke up at 9am. Sam didn’t stir. I came downstairs. Sam appeared sometime later. Apparently, I passed out last night, not unusually. I will always be grateful for my sleeping ability, especially after taking drugs. Eventually, I just stop, sleep, konk out, pass out, whatever you want to call it. Sam couldn’t sleep and he was up scratching around for valium he couldn’t find, but he did manage to find serapax.

I built a fire, it was cold. It was grey and overcast.

There were lots of TV ads for football and clearly the meth was still working in my blood system, as I kept picturing the players like the guys from the porn, with enormous cocks hard and ready. All of those fit footy lads were spinning my brain.

Daniel MacPherson was on good morning TV. He’s sexy, he was causing dirty thoughts in my head. Ah!

I say all of this because the meth seemed to work for a long time, a day at least, probably two days after taking it, which is unusual really.

Jane, next door, had her German woofer sanding chairs all afternoon, until it drove me crazy. I finally went in around 7pm and asked him to stop. He was very apologetic and said he would stop immediately. He’s very cute standing there with his blond hair and his track pants and his German accent.

I can see that I am going to have to go and talk to Jane. The woofa said there were many many chairs, so clearly she isn’t sanding them for home use. So, she can just go and get herself a proper work shop to sand many chairs for her commercial, or whatever, project.

Sam and I tried to do productive things, mostly this was trying to pick out the non-fisting porn from Shane’s fisting porn from his hard drive. But really we ended up masturbating sitting next to each other at the coffee table. So much for deciding what to copy from Shane’s hard drive, but the meth was still swirling in our veins, clearly.

Shane went to slut yoga and bought home baked potatoes afterwards. We were back wanking to porn when he did. 

Quick! Shane’s home!”

Sam is scheming to do more. He wants to take a month off before he finds a new job and he wants to fit in one more session before that happens.

“Can we call Guido?”

“Have you called Guido?”

“Should we give Guido a call?”

Oh, I don’t know. It is one of those things you know you shouldn’t be doing. It is one of those things you know you like too much.

But…

Now is the opportunity. Now is the moment.

However, I haven’t contacted Guido in years.

But Shane has gone to Sydney and he can’t get any for us.

What is one to do?

It was a quiet day, gentle, more talk than action. The day still had holes in it, we ached – legs, arms, other bits. But, I’m sure it was all still working, and I didn’t feel tired.