‘I’ll pay you another fifty bucks so I can cum in your eyes.’
He’s on a roll.
It’s been nearly two weeks now and he hasn’t slept.
A white whore he picked up down at crack alley is now taking a hit of the pipe.
Stan is almost 33.
It’s his benchmark.
He’s going to die.
‘The same age as Jesus Christ.’
I had no idea he was a religious man.
No one had any idea he was a religious man.
On the surface, Stan was a well-balanced man.
No one would ever have thought he was going to self-destruct.
Something inside him said that being successful wasn’t enough.
Something inside him was ticking.
It was a bomb.
He was fighting with his own biology.
He just didn’t want to die an old man.
