Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Every time he's with a girl, I'm sure he feels it slipping. When there's a younger girl frantically sucking his dick, he must look down and almost pity her - I mean because of how desperate the girl must seem. I mean. Desperate for something. An idea. Something from the past that she's trying to recapture, or at least remember. Whatever. Whenever he's with a girl I'm sure he must look at her at think, one day I'll be like that. Maybe the fear is what motivates him. Maybe under the swagger and the perfect hair and the cool shirts and the come-hither glances, there's someone who's terrified because he knows one day it's all going to end. I guess he must feel this, because I feel exactly the same way sometimes.