A few months back I read an old article by a reporter doing a story on "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" and it's author Tucker Max. The reporter’s wife was helping with lining up some girls to talk about the male assholes they dated, why they loved them, and even some of the so-called "assholes" were interviewed, but the story took a turn when the reporter discovered his wife cheated on him with one of the guys. Why do women want these kinda guys? It seems women love bad boys and abusive men. They really love the drama of a guy cheating on them, or cheating with someone on their men.

I discovered Jessica reading both of his books. She was telling me some of his stories and she really seemed to be enjoying the books. Knowing her past history with dating and marriage to people that have done jail-time, were abusive and assholes and bad boys… I began to worry. I admit I was even scared. My brain went into overdrive and panic. What was I to do?

I feel I fall inside that clingy/needy/sweet boyfriend area, but am so willing to be an "asshole" when it's needed because I've known so many gals that love, screw and marry abusive guys. So if my girl wants to be slapped, hair pulled, tied down, spanked, blindfolded and shared with a lesbian or two, gangbanged by black gangstas, raped by strange men, date raped by friends, or just simply DP-ed with another guy... I will help make that fantasy happen because I love her so much and I want her to be happy and if she needs that to be happy...

Nah, I'll just get her chocolate candy and paint supplies and hope that works. If not, I’ll cut my losses and split!

I saw a poor non-health-insured-minimum-wage worker dressed as the Easter Bunny roaming the mall in search of photo-ops, with a bright yellow pee stain on both once white fake furred legs, but the question is; Was it stained from years of kids freaking out, or was it his own from the alcohol-laced loss of bladder control when the realization that he is dressed as a Bunny instead of what he always dream he would be.

I immediately felt the pain, knowing what it is to have a dream and lose it in some kind of void that opens up in daily life like a black hole stripping you naked and making you do shit you don’t want to do while all your friends and family and soul are chipped away in an economic love removal machine.

Thinking about taking my pants off... Who wants to join me?