.I Swear I'll Pull Out In Time
"I wrote this while smoking a Fincks Mexican Fiesta.
Bleary-eyed. Four hours of sleep. My men parade into my tent. Some are tired, but a few are laughing, joking, boisterous. The lights click on.
The light seeks out my eyes, shooting its way through my masturbation curtain. I slink deeper into my sleeping bag. My headquarters fills are back from a mission. Some of my soldiers went out. I didn't.
My hand reaches from my sleeping bag to my laptop. I'm up; I might as well check my email. I open one eye, type in my laptop password and scan for new messages. A couple of reader letters demand a response, but I save them for later. Then I check a news story that makes me open both eyes:
"US Troops to Leave Iraq by 2011""
Big Tabacco
Bleary-eyed. Four hours of sleep. My men parade into my tent. Some are tired, but a few are laughing, joking, boisterous. The lights click on.
The light seeks out my eyes, shooting its way through my masturbation curtain. I slink deeper into my sleeping bag. My headquarters fills are back from a mission. Some of my soldiers went out. I didn't.
My hand reaches from my sleeping bag to my laptop. I'm up; I might as well check my email. I open one eye, type in my laptop password and scan for new messages. A couple of reader letters demand a response, but I save them for later. Then I check a news story that makes me open both eyes:
"US Troops to Leave Iraq by 2011""
Big Tabacco
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