And then there was *Pyre…
1987 I was very pleased with my newly acquired friendship with the blonde who happened to have a great right hook and an inexplicable talent to crush you with her thighs in a scissor like grip.. QueenG was such an awesome babe and proceeded to introduce me to all the local yocals as they were.. There was this one family in particular that really sparked my interest in many ways.. Two brothers and One sister.. I never knew what the mom did for a living but I just know she was hardly ever there.. The dad however was a big dude with a towtruck.. yes, I said it.. a towtruck. *Ando and *Pyre were almost the same age 14 and 13 respectfully and then there was the little sister *Janet who was in desperate need of therapy obviously evident back then already.. Pyre was...
I am ready already…
I was telling SexyG yesterday in the car while I was driving that i wish that my one stop would appear already.. I went on to explain that I sometimes feel like my life is like driving a car on a very-very-very long road.. and at present my road is unexplainably tough and hard.. But I just keep my windows wound shut and my revs high so that i don’t stall the engine and get stranded in the nastiness of it all.. But this kind of strain is not good for the engine for indefinite periods of time.. My engine is overheating.. I am physically exhausted from holding onto the steeringwheel keeping the car on the road.. I need to pee.. I need to rest.. and I need petrol.. So where is the one stop so i can rest, refuel and brave the road of my life once...
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