Thursday, June 22, 2017

Temperature records were shattered everywhere on Tuesday during the Summer Solstice, hitting an astonishing 124 degrees in a local desert area, the highest temperature ever recorded in the county…


Today the weather was tolerable. It was good fucking weather. In the summertime, this kind of weather was primo…


The weather was good news, but the troll supposed he would continue to pay penalty fees for not having Obamacare. The Republican health care bill didn’t look like it was going to pass muster…


“You know what,” said the skank. “You should quit smoking.”…


“So should you,” he said…


“I only smoke now and then. You smoke a pack or more a day. Big difference.”…


Getting him to quit would be a bitch, she thought. But she had managed to keep him away from smack long enough to clean him up. It was a fulltime job keeping him clean, making sure he didn’t cave. After more than a year, he was doing better than expected…


“Are you working tonight?”…


“No,” she said. “They want me for the weekend. Pays better.”…


Being a sushi-table was almost as good as being a pole dancer. One was frenetic and lusty, the other sedate and seductive. Both paid well…


But they were not for the long term. Youth evaporates steadily with the years. She saw it in her mother and father, saw them gather lines on their faces and witnessed their hair starting to turn gray. She didn't want to be caught flat-footed like they had...


There was still time to train in something that would give her a stable foundation. Things weren’t going to get any easier as she got older. Just because you have a job doesn’t get you out of stress if your wages are subpar…


Going back to school wouldn’t hurt, she thought. But what exactly it was she wanted to invest time in, she wasn’t sure. Not yet. Still, if she was going to shackle herself to something for a good part of her life, she thought it was best to give it more than a passing thought...


The troll lit a joint. “Want a hit?”...


“Sure.”…


“Then we fuck.”…


“Of course,” she said. “The weather's perfect.”…


The only thing wrong with sex is that the best part doesn't last very long, he thought. The warlock once told him that an orgasm was nothing less than a piece of heaven. But it was only a reminder, a morsel, a meager treat...


Monday, June 19, 2017

She did what needed to be done early in the morning before the heat rose…


The days of summer were here. The whole southwest was in a furnace…


The beach was an option, if you cared to brave the shark infestation and the newly arrived tourists…


After doing the laundry and grocery shopping, the Mason’s wife sat on the couch switching channels from Jerry Springer to Dr. Phil. She hadn’t watched either one for some time, primarily because they depressed her more than the absurd politics in DC…


But even Trump was becoming a bore, as well as his tinhorn henchmen. Her predictions for him were coming to pass, as expected, without surprises…


She didn’t know the entire outcome, but it didn’t make her feel any better than watching a cheating boyfriend on Springer, or drug addicted parents on Dr. Phil. They were still botherations, and she could only take so much of this type of entertainment before she was compelled to turn off the set…


Between Trump, Springer, and Dr. Phil, the outlook is that the country is static in its spiritual evolution. All the 2012 predictions hadn’t altered a thing, she thought. It was truly depressing…


Neither she nor her husband had done ayahuasca for a while. It was as if its spirit had told them to take leave. They had achieved what they needed for the time being, and there was no need to continue the sessions…


She thought about her experiences with the magic brew as she switched from Springer to Dr. Phil, believing those terribly fucked up human beings could benefit immensely from ayahuasca’s healing qualities…


It was expected to be in the low 90s in her vicinity. For brunch she had some iced tea and a peanut butter cookie. It was a good day for contemplation…


Before the cookie came on, she went outside to sit in the patio, watching two of her favorite friends annoy each other…


Friday, June 16, 2017

It was a long week...


But the weekend was finally here...


He had spent the night at her place...


The summer heat was kicking in. It was a good day to stay in and stream movies...


“Drop your shorts,” said the skank…


“Why?”…


“I want to see your cock.”…


“You’ve seen it plenty of times,” said the troll…


“I want to see it in its natural state.”…


“What’s this about?”…


“Circumcision,” she said. “I was reading an article about how the Egyptians practiced this, just like the Jews.”…


“The warlock said the Jews copied a lot of things from the Egyptians. After all, they were slaves before Moses came along. So, yeah, they were going to pick up a few things.”…


“But why continue doing it in this day and age?”…


“Because it’s a bad habit that can’t be broke, I guess,” said the troll…


He's probably right, she thought. It’s something that’s been done for so long, it would be unthinkable to stop now; people would feel out of joint if they went at it cold-turkey. Maybe they would think they were letting God down in some real sense...


“It was probably a good idea at the time,” said the troll. “Maybe they used circumcision to keep the tool clean. Water was scarce; still is. But what does this have to do with my cock?”…


“Nothing really,” she said. “Just want to see what a normal dick looks like before it’s mutilated.”…


“Nothing to brag about,” he said…


“Don’t sell yourself short,” she said. “It takes more than meat to get me off.”…