Whats up players! It's only been a day since you got hollered at but, believe me when I tell you, a lot of shit can go wrong in 24 hours.
My power went out last night. I thought that it was the end. I already explained how it was tough to leave the house, but nothing gets you packing up quicker then having no juice. You ever think about how much of the shit you do requires electricity? It's more then you think, I'll tell you that much.
It got me thinking about when I was a kid and I used to jump inside the dumpster behind Tower Records, hunting for old porno mags. Sure, the covers were all ripped off but what was I supposed to do? Ask some weird creep to go inside the liquor store and pick me up a skin mag? I don't think so. What would I have even asked the dude to get? That's the beauty of dumpster porn - you don't choose the mag, the mag chooses you.
Unfortunately, this whole dumpster adventure culminated with my mom walking into my room, only to find me shoving a drawer shut, with speed that would make Usain Bolt's dick hard. It was only after she opened the drawer, and discovered what was inside, that my whole "airing myself out" story went up in smoke.
I'm sure glad this power outage was only temporary, because I thought i blocked out that memory a long time ago.
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