Most Foul

There is a murderer afoot. Sly prick with a honeyed tongue and empty bank account. He calls himself a friend and though my friends do read this blog, he doesn't. Basically he is too fucking stupid to find it. And if he knew how, he's too fucking lazy to do it.

He does like Craigslist. He likes to go on and find some really desperate person that wants their dick sucked. It is a sight not to be seen or conjured. If you saw this guy naked, you would, and should, go blind. If not by the sight itself, it would be by your own hand lest you ever see anything like it again.

He smokes. And I have a problem with that because the fucker doesn't seem to be suffering any ill effects. Not that he can walk any distance, nor would he want to but  he smokes constantly. What kind of person would light a cigarette, take a few hits and then let it sit in the ashtray wafting away to the filter. Then he lights another one and does the same thing. They're like incense sticks, with one always burning.

I don't mind that he is killing himself, hell I bought him a few  cartons to hasten the departure and heavily buttered and salted his popcorn as requested. And sure it cost money to do that but I get no satisfaction, he isn't dead.

He's been hinting that Wally has had a long life. The creep is in Wally's will and he can't wait for the money. This fiend comes to me in a comfort sort of way and  spreads his seeds of discontent. Words that Wally isn't improving and that it might be best to just let him....drift off.

There is a host of things wrong with this asshole, he met Wally as a hustler over thirty years ago. Except whatever he had to hustle then, he sure as hell as lost now. It's hard to look at him, I'm serious.  So he thinks I'm understanding of his concern for Wally. But what I'm hoping for is his farewell to arms, legs, I don't give a rat's ass what falls off him just as long as he drops and soon.

Murder is in the air, and it seems to be a gay thing. We all know someone who did kill, or shall we say, let them go when they had a stroke, the guy got millions and we never saw him again. Murder seems to be sport among gays.