We were on the run from the law. Hiding out in Taos, New Mexico in some old lady's Santa Fe style house. She gave us some laced weed and we were fucked up for 3 or 4 days. I remember seeing her dog humping the couch and couldn't stop laughing and you barely said a word. You were staring and repeating "I couldn't help it" over and over again. Eventually the old lady kicked us out and we were caught.
We ended up in some drug treatment program and I fell in love while I was in prison. She's sweet.
I have no idea what you are upto now. We lost touch.
He was 29, and an insurance adjuster from Guadalajara. I spend my days cooking and cleaning for him, raising his 27 chinchillas, and injecting peyote into my eyeball.
We'd just moved to Vienna near the Ringstrasse after spending five years in Venice (the outter islands). It was about a year after our "involvement" with that group of "philosophers", if that'll help you remember
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You should have feigned ignorance; I believed that you had forgotten all of this after the massive amounts of levitra and amphetamines I had given you shortly after the 'event'.
Do not leave the house. One of my 'agents' will be by shortly to collect you. Do not resist him, or things will go...badly.
I remember walking down an alleyway in Amsterdam with you and EHK at 4 in the morning. I didn't think it was a good idea, but you insisted. We found a kindly whore who took us in after I got a toe cut off by a crack dealer and had a lovely threesome. Fond memories of that girl. *sigh*
We first met at the 2005 Boston con. I had had a wild board crush on you for months. We fucked like bunnies, but you tied me up a little too tightly and I got septicamiea and lost both hands at the wrists.
You didn't even help pay for these crappy plastic replacememnts, you cheap fuck.
Well duh. First a guy pays for the cheap replacement hands, then he's got to buy the woman new arms, legs, boobs, stomach, and do her whole face. It's total entrapment.
I probably would've chipped in, but you had to get those wrist implants.
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We ended up in some drug treatment program and I fell in love while I was in prison. She's sweet.
I have no idea what you are upto now. We lost touch.
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He was 29, and an insurance adjuster from Guadalajara. I spend my days cooking and cleaning for him, raising his 27 chinchillas, and injecting peyote into my eyeball.
We're very happy together.
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Do not leave the house. One of my 'agents' will be by shortly to collect you. Do not resist him, or things will go...badly.
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I've been watching too much Alias.
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You didn't even help pay for these crappy plastic replacememnts, you cheap fuck.
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I probably would've chipped in, but you had to get those wrist implants.
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wrist implants rawk.
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That's fucking awesome.
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I'm sad that I'm falling.
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