Cerberus

You know, hell might not be so bad if you do whatever you want to do on earth and live a long time. Or maybe I'm wrong. All I'm saying is that I could go to hell just for the conversation I had with Tommy on the way back from Santa Cruz.

So I'm driving back with the other token white. No I shouldn't say that because that day was a very whitewashed day. Let's rephrase. So I'm driving back with another whiteboy. We both have our shirts off because it feels nicer and we're totally comfortable with our masculinity. Things got pretty fun, as we were two guys with nobody around to make us think we're perverts.

We were talking about certain asian people with small penises and we got around to the length of our own. I'm pretty cool with my size, maybe if you ask I'll tell you. But when i tell Tommy he's like "Well thats okay, but I'm 7 1/4". "Bullfucking shit" I said. It's not that long, but Tommy is a lot smaller than I am... in most respects. He assures me that he's not lying, and i suggest that maybe we see if he's telling the truth.

Here's where it gets a little gay. We're driving down highway 17 and Tommys trying to pop a boner to show me. Not show me, mind you, but show me where the contour in his pants go to. I don't know if it's just the dim light, but i came to the conclusion that he was telling the truth. But here lay the problem. How do we compensate for our gayness that took place just moments before?

The conclusion was simple. We told eachother who we'd like to share our little friends with. There were the obvious choices, but that doesn't really make for conversation. Names started popping up and you might be happy to hear (or not) that most people were in my potential bang sphere (meaning that a lot of people i know are acceptable fuck buddies). But then somebody popped up and shifted the whole conversation. When this certain person's name came up, the topic of our discussion became "Asian girls we'd like to make cry in bed". Now i must say, if you're a female reading this far, good job, good guts, you might need some more though. To all the guys, you know what I'm talking about.

Now I'm not proud of all the things i said, but at least i told the truth. Hopefully, if i dont go to hell right away, that little tidbit might help me. The night ended with makeout music at ali's house. I guess it was a suitable way to finish the day.