  Dude? Wheres my car? a lame opening question, but Ill tell you one thing. I dont remember parking last night. I dont remember a lot after the long island at the Flame, the bar Kerri has a lifetime 86 from. I went in, danced a bit, drank my one drink, and then made my way to Marks house. I took a painkiller, and that ended my nights remembrance. I took it for good reason. The alcohol wasnt helping, and quite honestly, my elbows still today feel like I was in a boxing match yesterday. Not my shoulders or my abs. Just my elbows. I need those to bring a glass to my lips, come on! Today it feels like I slept on them hyperextended. So I walk out of Marks house this morning (yes, we had sex, although I remember little of it besides demanding a condom and one other thing) with leather cuffs on my wrists and squinting eyes looking for where I parked.
I did the quick glance across the street, but this is PB; no one in history has ever been able to park that close to where theyre going. And then I remembered, I parked around the corner nearest the ally to his house. I fired it up, drove him to a liquor store and then to his football buddys house for his weekly ritual of Bloody Marys and loafing in front of the tube.
I thought Id be sick when he woke me up. No, he didnt wake me up. He was jerking off as quietly as he could, and /that/ woke me up. Not the motion but that horrid smell of boy spunk. Give me a girl who hasnt showered all week, and Ill still take that over that smell. Id no idea he had plans to get up and go this morning. Id have watched football with him. Well, just as soon as I got my 40 hours of nightly sleep. It all sounds like a mess of a night, but Ill tell youK I had a great time. Meaning I needed that.
No crazy drugs or anything, but that has been a premise weve used to schedule time together. He kept asking me what Im doing this week, if we can get together before the holiday. And you know, Im up for it. I needed that experience of detachment (blackout, whatever) with someone I know and trust (sort of). I mean, I understand his humanity so I trust him on that level. Not everyone exposes their humanity, at a base level at least.
So what about the cuffs? Well, Ive acquired some new cuffs that rival all toys Ive been lucky enough to gather together. Theyre strong, about four inches wide, double layered for more support and comfort. And with a pair of handcuffs between them, theres no getting out. What do I want for Christmas? A metal headboard for my bed. I also picked up a new belt (my cheap-ass Buffalo Exchange black belt tore in half) that I needed and went into the Crypt to buy. Yes, its actual leather. And it only cost 20-something. The cuffs were a lot more. And a small bracelet for days when I want to wear leather but cant. I met a woman while I was in there. Some straight, middle-aged chick named Donna. She and I started chatting over the ridiculously tight pants for boys and all the clear clothing.
She pulled me into the back to gawk at the harnesses and dildos. She wanted one to fuck her boyfriend in the ass, so I suggested some things. Like I can do harnesses? My back is fucked up! Doesnt mean Ive no experience. So me and Donna were there discussing the Rabbit and its hurtful power. And I was trying to explain the subtler tones of rubber cocks that arent so inhuman. So we shopped together, and I waited while she tried on harnesses.
Nothing like finding an ally in the weirdest of places. The boy working there was a darling too. I asked him what his resume looks like if he got a job here, and he laughed. A slightly corpulent boy with big brown eyes and some shaggy curls. He was so charming and helpful to us. I didnt walk in there thinking I would buy anything, but I left with a bag of goodies. And I want more. As soon as I can afford it all. A private wishlist. Nap time while I watch the chargers lose. 
