I met with
my boy Andy in the pub again the other day. He said that a mogul has moved in
next to his business premises, handling dock-off parcels of white. He said that
he treated him to some by digging into one of them with a key. Just what he needs
that, isn’t it? He suffers from similar problems to myself. I asked him how the
battle with porn is going. Are you
resisting the temptations? Are you refusing to surrender? He said he was
doing alright.
This is a
guy who, when he is not enjoying autumn walks with his daughter, is likely to
hire a hotel out for the night to get away from his family and do coke in while
watching porn on his phone. He said he had to ring his contractor up to unblock
it. “Please can you make porn come up on my phone?” was something or other like
he requested from them. I’ve been there, with Sky Shield. I had to ring them up
one time and ask another human being if I could please watch porn, so I know
the feeling. It’s so embarrassing, but nothing dare come between a man and his
druggy porn.
He’s all
into his brain chemistry. He says that the brain on coke and porn is ‘hijacked’.
A cup of tea for pleasure just can’t compare, can it? No it can’t. Hardly
anything else if anything at all can compare with the brain on coke and porn.
Liverpool beating United, O’Sullivan ratcheting in a 147, Murray winning
Wimbledon, your favourite box set series finale…nothing quite hits the spot so
sweetly, does it? Or maybe it does for you. Maybe you are lucky that way.
For me it
doesn’t. I recall the days of scoring on a winter’s morning, when it’s all icy
and snowy outside, and retreating back into the home with the goods. Sticking the
porn on, snorting or bombing the gear, getting all cosy with my fapping
underneath the blanket, watching XXX hardcore interracial material. It was
bliss, it has to be said! So comfortable, so natural, so erotic, so sexy, so
titillating, so exciting, so enjoyable, so stimulating…but ultimately a lonely
endeavour which leaves one feeling weak and drained. It’s all fine when the
rush is on, and the novelty is spot-on, but afterwards, when that psychosis rolls
in…wow, just shoot me now, okay? Just stick a slug in my temple and get it over
with.
I’m still
thinking about leaving my number in my dealer’s letterbox. I rang the
Samaritans yesterday and told them all about it. That would really hurt me
because I have a church weekend away coming up this week. The problem is
however that I have lost all the contacts off my phone and can’t get in touch
with anyone. I might be relying on one of them to show up at my door and offer
me a lift. I can’t see that happening really, they’ll most probs think that I
just ain’t up for coming. It’s made me realise how important phones are to us. The
most important weekend of the year and it’s the time I have no phone. Duh!
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