A Letter To The Little Man
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Dear LJ,
It’s me - I’m up here. You know, I feel like we should seriously have a heart to heart. All these years, you have known me to be the closest of everyone, but even now at 30, I feel like I don’t understand you. I mean, how many times does it happen? I start thinking that I finally got the hang of you and then you surprise me with something unexpected. I think that this letter will allow us to clear the air and get some much needed clarity.
Now, you gotta be wondering, what's going on? Why this sudden interest in chit chat when I haven't done this in years. But I mean why the fuck not? Now is as good a time as any. For 30 years have I been going on in this world, and we have been having fun for the last 17, give or take. Starting with those 'games' we used to play with the school teacher. Touching you in different places and then asking me if I am getting 'nervous'. Well that’s certainly one word for it. Man, the things done with that mouth bruuuh - well at that time, I thought I was in heaven. I think about that from time to time but is this payback though? There are times when it seems as if you just don’t want to work - I’m so confused? Are you tired? Talk to me. I wanna know what to prepare for in the next ten years or so.
You know what baffles me? When you won’t work with my brain the way you’re supposed to? Okay! I know I’m going to make serious moves **wink** I ensure that you are serviced because we can’t allow for anything to happen too quickly, right? But then, it’s like you still decide to do your own thing? What’s up with that?
WAIT! I have another BONE to pick with you. You would think that after all these years you would have some semblance of control over yourself. There I’ll be, driving my car, with some of my friends, listening to some good music and then bam! OUT OF NOWHERE! Now I gotta shift uncomfortably in my seat for the rest of the drive because you were getting hard as result of the bumpy drive. I mean is it too hard to imagine that you will ever learn to behave yourself and not embarrass me in front of everyone I know. GOSH! That’s too much to ask?!
And thennnnn, adding to that! You gotta go and behave like a teenager getting to second base every time someone rated 6 out of 10 comes your way - the stress. I mean, in the middle of church? In the middle… hmmm now that I think about it - I’d like to go there but c'mon man, you gotta have more control then that.
I gotta tell you a secret man. I really can’t stay mad at you. Honestly, you are just waaaayyyy too much fun. They say once you go black you never go back and you always make them have a good time.
Which brings me to my final question. The puss or the ass? This year started with a whole lot of confusion surrounding that for me. I know you are an ass-man but honestly, I don’t know. You see, it’s hard choice. They are both very warm and moist and inviting. And if you think about it, you really can go to town with that. When it comes to the ass though you really gotta take care of a lot of things. You gotta clean it up first. NOBODY wants shit on their dick. You gotta get some lube, at least if you want to see them again. You have to stay calm, take it slow and really gotta take care that you don’t hurt her. I mean you’ve gotta admit it. It is fun sometimes but on a whole, it’s just way too complicated.
Well, that’s all I think I wanted to say. It felt good. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now. But hey, let me tell you, even though sometimes you really make my day way more difficult than it needs to be, I'm really glad I have you in my life.
Here's to another 30 years of way too much fun and getting in my way.
Sincerely,
Your Concerned Yet Grateful Life Partner