I haven't much to post today but the illustration below; a depiction of the Ink19 choking story from last week.

When I am done writing this, Sunday morning, I will go and buy cleaning supplies at the grocery store. My apartment is disgusting.

While I am there, I will also buy condoms. I have only, on two or three other occasions bought condoms; up until two years ago I had been used to getting them for free from the University Health Center (I also did most of my getting laid in college; not much since).

But when I have bought condoms I have noticed: there is no way it's not a loaded purchase.

The first time I ever bought them, I bought them along with my groceries, which says to the person behing the counter, "I'm going to cook her dinner and hopefully she'll fuck me."

Today, I'm buying cleaning supplies and condoms: for the person behind the counter, this begs the question, "Who are you cleanin the house for big guy, eh? Lady friend?"

There was a gorgeous woman who used to come in when, at 15-years-old, I put in my three months at Publix grocery store (it's madatory for all Forida kids to work there for at least three months). She was about 24 and had long tight, curly-blonde hair that loosened as it grew past her shoulders. She looked at bit like Bernadette Peters (from The Jerk), only mean; like she was in the process of divorcing her husband and taking his house. I find that very sexy.

Anyway, the day she came in and I bagged her groceries and an orange box of condoms came sliding down the shiny, silver ramp to the bagging area; it broke my heart I loved her so much. But it also lucidified my sexual fantasies regarding her. And from that point on there were more than before. I'm sure she would have been disgusted by that thought.

My first experience with condoms came when someone in Middle school, a fairweather friend who liked to publicly prove his dominance over me often, tried to talk/bully/ persuade me into buying condoms for him at our local drug store, as we rode home on the school bus. I didn't do it. I put my foot down. I wouldn't get laid for almost another 10 years after that: why would I soak up that humiliation for him, if I wasn't getting laid (man, I just stopped to think what me fucking at 14-years-old woulda been like...dude).

But all this stigma surrounding condoms is why they keep em behind the counter. If they were out on the floor, people would steal them: many people would rather steal them bitches than wonder what's going through the cashiers head when you purchase only a six-pack, some dog food, and a box of condoms.

So yeah, I'm gonna go buy some condoms now, wish me luck. Enjoy the picture below. And thank you to everyone who gave me advice/criticisms about the "choking/I AM A HERO" piece; I think it turned out as dope as it could've.

THere will be new stuff this week about New York and the coming of mushroom season and how that's been affecting things in my life (The 4th of July party, WEEN). Man, I fucking love mushrooms. Here's the picture: