We wet bed.
Humid.
Too hot to fuck.
Too fuck.
No A/C.
5am.
Shitty trucks.
Now?
Gave up.
Jogged.
Grogged.
Ran from heat.
Drove!
No A/C.
Red left arm.
Red left knee.
Red left neck.
Cranky by noon.
Crazy by two.
Poor Lauren.
Blisters on arms.
On couch.
Wilted.
Defeated conversations.
On floor.
Braindead.
Water again.
Escape to rehearsal.
A/C!
Beatles good.
After.
Reid, Chris, Mick, Jen, Jean, Brian, I.
Green Mill.
Sextet!
Fiddlers dueled.
Diddlers fueled.
(I got drunk).
Rode home in rain.
Beautiful cocksucking rain.
Moist, moist rain gave me pro blowjob.
Thanked religion for sacred mother-fucking gift.
Ugh.
Why still worthlessly hot in apartment?
Verdict: Loss
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