Stressed out. Didn't get the massage I needed. Perhaps I'll meet a girl on the Oregon Coast (where I'm going). Perhaps I'll let her tell me about her dreams of "moving to the big city" of Portland. Maybe I'll promise to take her there. Maybe I'll tell her I own Gallucci's (coincidentally, my last name) Pizzeria in Lincoln City and I'm opening one in Portland and I'll hire her to... I don't know... manage the store or something I think of at that moment where I climax in bullshit. I'll invite her back to the cabin where I'm staying and pour her a drink (so you're twenty-one, right?) I'll invite her upstairs and ask her to rub my neck a little. Once the fucking knot is out of my neck and the tension headache that I've had for two weeks has disappeared and things start progressing romantically I'll stop everything and tell her she can wait outside for a cab. "What's the big deal? It's not raining."
That was a free write. I didn't know where that was going but that's what ended up on the page.
tee-hee indeed.
goochout
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