I have noting to write about. It is almost midnight on a Tuesday evening. I just fucked my wife, but she told me not to shoot a wad inside her because she didn't want to shower. I came on her belly. There's something to be said for quality, but I'll take quantity any day.
I've returned to my office and I'm staring at a blank screen that I am slowly filling with nonsense. I arrived in Brownsville after a drunk in Mexico City informed me that there was an opportunity for a bilingual person on the border. I had nothing better to do so I followed his advice. Why didn't he make the same recommendation for Miami or San Diego?
I'm just being difficult. I've enjoyed my life here. It's a singular place with easy-going people who in their heart of hearts don't give a shit. Everyone I know just wants to drink expensive wine, smoke good dope and poke young ass. Between reading a book and stroking a ball during those moments away from alcohol, drugs and pussy, life moves lazily from one experience to the next.
I like forgetful days. That means nothing traumatic or tragic happened. I'm not into the spectacular; I'm into the serene. I don't care for cocaine. I prefer Xanax. I'm at my happiest when I'm mellow yellow.
I have nearly accomplished my task writing about nothing. I'm staring at the screen. Nothing more comes to mind. I've arrived at my destination. It was a short but pleasant journey. Catch you on the return trip.
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