You Do That Like It's your Job...

Most good writing is done in the wee hours of the morning with a cigarette and some scotch(ie. Hunter S. Thompson, Jack Keroac), but not today. Today I opted for a midday blog, so lets see how this shit goes.

So the other day after chilling with Fritas and the kids, I was in the neighborhood and decided to swing by Ash's place, and was I happy I did. First of all let me tell you about Ash. She is a five foot ball of red hair and energy. And did I mention smoking hot. You're only as attractive as the company you keep. So growing up she was my project, cute southern belle to a vixen, and I fine tuned it. Now she gets to use my cell as a rolodex for guys, and I just let her go.

Anyway, while there we started on the discussion of ex sex. She claimed it was always the best sex. Or as she described it "They know how to get there; three rights, four lefts, second star to the right and straight on til morning." Eloquently put. I've never been one to have ex sex, so it raised speculations. Is it the same as repeats or fuck buddies? Or do you need the moral apprihension of fucking someone you know is totally wrong for you? Or is it just plain wild and angry, or a mixture of it all? She didn't have the answers I was looking for, so I may have to take matters into my own hands.

I'm a little pressed for time today but wanted to say thanks for reading this crap. Check me out tomorrow, or later in the week, but for now I'm going to purge myself of these feeling that keep coming up.

Bradley James

P.S. Hypothetical congrats to an actual friend. Get some strange.