Just so we're clear, I'm not a living saint. In fact, I ain't any kind of humanitarian. True, I can be sincere, understanding, even downright sensitive but one thing I'm not is a damn pretender. Piss me off and I'll give you the one-finger salute coupled with a piece of my goddamn mind. Patrick is already demonstrating the first part.I don't pretend I'm Mr. Right. I admit I watch porn, heck, even picture it in my mind at times...with different people. It's what guys think about. We would be lying if we said we weren't. In fact, nobody can honestly say that they don't...unless they're a bunch of fags.
I don't smoke nor I drink but taking away the restrictions, I would do so. I'll try anything once. Heck, maybe even murder...okay, maybe not murder but I'll still drink. Maybe smoke once and stop. It's stupid. It's dangerous. It's just a one-shot thrill. Trying pot? Hell, no. Marijuana...I'll get back on that.
So if we ever catch eyes and you smile at me, either I'll smile back or yell "What the hell are you looking at?", unless you happen to be a chick 'cause that's a whole different story. Let's drink. I'm buying.
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