I came close....once. In 1998. The golden age of rock. *cough. Anyways, it was 5 AM, I was pretty drunk. Smoked a lot of pot. On cocaine. And found myself alone and horny in a neighborhood filled with prostitutes. My neighborhood. The one I lived in. At that time of day, I only found one: An attractive blonde with a big, juicy, fat ass. It basically came down to 4 things.
- I didn't want to take her back to my place. ( which was only 3 blocks away. Ha! )
- I didn't want to do it outside
- I didn't know if she was a cop, as the main police station was also only another 3 blocks away
- Ultimately coming to my senses
So, nope. I feel i'm better for it too.
- "If you have the heart of a true winner, you can always get more pissed off than some other asshole."
