Hump Day High
A bit bonged-over, mid week, what am I like? Jumbo dropped by early Monday morning. He'd been out all night, trying to pick up but he hadn't managed it. I was awake early, some notion of writing, it is always easier to write in the morning. Jumbo text me accidentally he meant to text somebody else. I text back automatically without ever really thinking it through. He wanted to crash for a cup of tea before he drove home. Jumbo stayed for 2 cups of tea and some vegemite toast.
“So I guess you still want to suck my cock?”
“To tell you the truth, I have never thought about sucking your cock.” Was that true? I wasn’t sure.
“Oh come on, isn’t that what all you gay guys do?” He laughed like he was drunk.
I looked at Jumbo and really tried to imagine sucking his cock.
“What are you doing?” Jumbo began to squirm around in his chair.
I dropped my eyes to his well padded crotch. I’d checked his crotch out before, I knew that.
“Hey!” Jumbo moved his hand in front of his bulge.
I looked up.
“What the fuck…”
“You asked me if I wanted to suck your cock.”
“No,” said Jumbo. “That’s not fare. We can’t respond to that.”
“Don’t ask the question, then,” I said. Looking at Jumbo’s big, blue eyes.
“You’re still fucking doing it,” said Jumbo.
“Don’t put the fucken idea in my head then.”
I rolled a j, that quietened him down.
He was slumped in the couch for a while. Then he was gone as quick as he arrived, still a bit manic, but for 4am Monday, having been out since Thursday night, pretty good. But he shouldn’t be driving, he said he wasn’t going to drive.
"Nah, my house mates don't ever worry they haven't seen me." What do you expect? Pretty good for 4am, really.
"Nah, I'm heading home to crash, I'm not going on anywhere."
He's a big unit is Jumbo, hence the name.
Of course, I had a bag of weed by the time he'd left.
Bruno and I have been laying on my bed for the last 3 days smoking j's and listening to music. Well, I have. Bruno hasn't even passively smoked it, to tell you the truth, as all smoking is outside. Thank your Dr D.
The worst thing are those sudden, 4.30am dumps. Suddenly, after the coffee and the smoke, it all starts to let go inside, and you can feel the pain of relief with every finger of pain that lets go.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Daniel had been in Sydney for a medical conference for 3 days. I was noticeably bleary-eyed when he got back. Lights off, just the blue light of the teli lighting the room. Bruno snoring beside me in his bed. Gone are the days of a cloud of smoke so thick one would always wonder if one had time shifted to Beijing circa 2016. It loses something. Bing, the light comes on to show clean living? There were no pizza boxes, I had cous cous salad. If there isn't a cloud hanging that is so toxic that it doesn't threaten you with an instant high, ah old school.
"Jesus! look at you," were Daniel's words, as I retracted from the sudden intrusion of the ceiling light being flicked on, as if a bright light had been shone on all my dirty secrets all at once.
"The light! The light! The fucking light," I wailed, as I shielded my face from the burning ball of hate suspended in the middle of the room. I naturally revert to vampire hours when I am left to my own devices, its hard to come back.
"Good week, so far?"
"Just getting into the rhythm," I replied. Even I could hear my speech slur. My head suddenly felt too thick to think, which suddenly seemed particularly funny, and I got the giggles. No, don’t go there. Daniel looked like a big pumpkin, a red, angry pumpkin.
"Fucked up," said Daniel.
"You say it like it is a bad thing," I said, still giggling and slurring. My mouth was fucken dry. "Jesus Daniel, I remember when you were just a little bit of fun..."
"Yeah, good on ya," said Daniel. He left the lounge room.
I have to admit, suddenly, I felt more poured onto the couch than limbs responding to brain signals. Everything suddenly did seem really funny.
Daniel was suddenly back at the lounge room door. He was now a beetroot. Clearly, I had not redeemed myself with my witty banter.
"Have you eaten?"
Ice cream and caramel pretzel cookies... and more ice cream. And muesli a couple of times. "Yeah, what haven't I eaten." I didn't want to giggle but I couldn't stop it.
"Jesus!" said Daniel and he was gone.
“So I guess you still want to suck my cock?”
“To tell you the truth, I have never thought about sucking your cock.” Was that true? I wasn’t sure.
“Oh come on, isn’t that what all you gay guys do?” He laughed like he was drunk.
I looked at Jumbo and really tried to imagine sucking his cock.
“What are you doing?” Jumbo began to squirm around in his chair.
I dropped my eyes to his well padded crotch. I’d checked his crotch out before, I knew that.
“Hey!” Jumbo moved his hand in front of his bulge.
I looked up.
“What the fuck…”
“You asked me if I wanted to suck your cock.”
“No,” said Jumbo. “That’s not fare. We can’t respond to that.”
“Don’t ask the question, then,” I said. Looking at Jumbo’s big, blue eyes.
“You’re still fucking doing it,” said Jumbo.
“Don’t put the fucken idea in my head then.”
I rolled a j, that quietened him down.
He was slumped in the couch for a while. Then he was gone as quick as he arrived, still a bit manic, but for 4am Monday, having been out since Thursday night, pretty good. But he shouldn’t be driving, he said he wasn’t going to drive.
"Nah, my house mates don't ever worry they haven't seen me." What do you expect? Pretty good for 4am, really.
"Nah, I'm heading home to crash, I'm not going on anywhere."
He's a big unit is Jumbo, hence the name.
Of course, I had a bag of weed by the time he'd left.
Bruno and I have been laying on my bed for the last 3 days smoking j's and listening to music. Well, I have. Bruno hasn't even passively smoked it, to tell you the truth, as all smoking is outside. Thank your Dr D.
The worst thing are those sudden, 4.30am dumps. Suddenly, after the coffee and the smoke, it all starts to let go inside, and you can feel the pain of relief with every finger of pain that lets go.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Daniel had been in Sydney for a medical conference for 3 days. I was noticeably bleary-eyed when he got back. Lights off, just the blue light of the teli lighting the room. Bruno snoring beside me in his bed. Gone are the days of a cloud of smoke so thick one would always wonder if one had time shifted to Beijing circa 2016. It loses something. Bing, the light comes on to show clean living? There were no pizza boxes, I had cous cous salad. If there isn't a cloud hanging that is so toxic that it doesn't threaten you with an instant high, ah old school.
"Jesus! look at you," were Daniel's words, as I retracted from the sudden intrusion of the ceiling light being flicked on, as if a bright light had been shone on all my dirty secrets all at once.
"The light! The light! The fucking light," I wailed, as I shielded my face from the burning ball of hate suspended in the middle of the room. I naturally revert to vampire hours when I am left to my own devices, its hard to come back.
"Good week, so far?"
"Just getting into the rhythm," I replied. Even I could hear my speech slur. My head suddenly felt too thick to think, which suddenly seemed particularly funny, and I got the giggles. No, don’t go there. Daniel looked like a big pumpkin, a red, angry pumpkin.
"Fucked up," said Daniel.
"You say it like it is a bad thing," I said, still giggling and slurring. My mouth was fucken dry. "Jesus Daniel, I remember when you were just a little bit of fun..."
"Yeah, good on ya," said Daniel. He left the lounge room.
I have to admit, suddenly, I felt more poured onto the couch than limbs responding to brain signals. Everything suddenly did seem really funny.
Daniel was suddenly back at the lounge room door. He was now a beetroot. Clearly, I had not redeemed myself with my witty banter.
"Have you eaten?"
Ice cream and caramel pretzel cookies... and more ice cream. And muesli a couple of times. "Yeah, what haven't I eaten." I didn't want to giggle but I couldn't stop it.
"Jesus!" said Daniel and he was gone.
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