On idealism

Nobody don't say anything when I ranting and raving and being all foul-mouthed and shit. But as soon as a man decides to stand for something, to set some sort of benchmark in his life, the one conclusion that everybody coming up with, including his friends, is that he lacking sex and it is somehow affecting him.

To Guyana Gyal, thanks for the self-publication information but publishing locally is far more feasible. Ultimately I would like for the the book to be affordable enough for the average local literary enthusiast.

Okay. So this post can be construed by some cynical people, as a bit on the corny side, coming as it does from an oft-times belligerent bad-ass such as yours truly. But I have done the whoring around after heartbreak thing and the fact is it leaves you empty and you don't really get to fill that space inside you.

It's not that I am against getting some, but the Predatory Man thing is so fucking cliched. Here is another corny fucking thing I am going to say: Some men "consume" women like they do Polar beers - and not the legally (?) imported ones; I mean the kind that we used to buy at that Chinese restaurant on UG road where you had to dump the empty cans in a tall white bucket.

And while I am still amazed at the ability of certain friends of mine, one whose name and rank in the GDF I will not mention, to handle more pussy per month than the entire staff of the GSPCA combined, I prefer my experiences with women from now own to be more like indulging myself in a particularly fine bottle of Moet et Chandon for about a week or so before moving on, in about a month or two, perhaps three, to another.

The fact is however, I cannot afford fucking (double entendre intended) Moet et Chandon at present, although I've had the occasional sip in the past couple months. So, while I might need "some" as it were, I don't need any. In any case, I got 99 problems and a bitch already happens to be one.