Slump: Busted

I’ve found the edge of the desert and there’s a fucking ocean before me, and not before time either. Met up with the girl I’d went on that date with a week or two ago, we went for a drive after midnight, listening to music and talking. Drove around Glasgow for a while then went a bit closer to home, my smoking spot to be precise. Usually there’s a good view to be seen but the constant rain made it look as if I was parked at the top of an abyss. No police, no traffic, and most importantly there’s no doggers there though, which was handy.

Things moved to the back seat fairly quickly and I quickly fell back into the groove of things. She met me when it came to a bit of roughness, which was a pleasant surprise, as I had thought it’d be a nice but gentle shag. That’s alright usually but I was coming off of a months long dry patch, so to say I wanted to Hulk out more than anything is an understatement.  It was good, things felt natural and I realised just how much I’d missed it. I’d left my mp3 player playing through the car stereo, and as a bit of an added epicness, it was the Duke Nukem theme playing during the “liveliest” section.

We lay naked in the back of the car with the rain pouring outside until around five o’clock. I could’ve slept I was that chilled out. Shit felt good man. Maybe as a result of that song, or just general post-coital happy thoughts, I came to the conclusion that I am in fact fucking awesome and the world is my cock-hungry oyster, and I’m just the man for the job. Yeah, I had some sort of fucking epiphany, I’ll admit. I doubt I’ll be seeing this girl next month, but I’ve reminded myself of how easy it is when you strip away all the bullshit and doubt. Just stop worrying about stuff and it’ll fall into your lap. And start bouncing.

I’m back bitches!