Sunday, September 26, 2010

Day 12 continued...

So last night, I'm laying around in my boxers, cock half hanging out in the event of the sudden urge to jack off, when I get a text from one of my buddies.

"Hey, you gonna be around for a while?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Be there in 5 minutes"

I get some clothes on and go wait for him to arrive. He comes in and we go out to the garage to chat and he reveals he's going through personal shit and he wants to get wasted. He pulls out several 40s and begins to down one. Meanwhile I'm thinking, "Dude. I was relaxed, and enjoying my night... Why are you doing this?" So he and I chat and I try to help him work through his issues. I also drink one of his drinks, because I know that if I drink it, that's less for him to get drunk with.

After about an hour and a half or so, he takes off to go to a different friends house and I'm back to doing what I was before. Nothing.

I'm happy to help my friends, and I've known the guy for years, but this was the first time he ever dropped in this way. He was hurting and kept saying he wanted to "get totally shitfaced". I guess it's kind of rude for me to think about it this way but, I really didn't want to have to deal with it. I just sat there praying silently to myself that he'd go home soon, because I wanted to be able to just go and veg in front of my tv. So part of me is a good friend who listens and tries to help, and the other part is kind of a selfish douche.

Anyway, that's all I have for today, so here's a hot half naked chick.

Mmmm hot half naked chick *Drool noises*
See ya later internets.


  1. Hahaha, impressive. :P Not a bad life, if you ask me.

  2. Mmmh, yummy! If you like beatiful women, you'll find some of my new blog (started a few days ago, so not that much on it at the time)

  3. interesting

    add me back, i added u

  4. Yeah I'm the friend that always helps people with their problems too.

  5. I've been the shoulder-to-cry-on out of all my friends more times than I care to remember. I used to listen and try to help, honestly, I did, but by the fourteen-millionth crisis over 'she said this!' and 'he did that!' I've found that I really can't bring myself to give much of a shit anymore.