This whole working on myself was going to kill me, I was sure of it.
Because in working on myself, I needed to find another distraction from the nightmares that plagued me, other than fucking faceless and nameless women.
Alcohol only numbed the pain, and then it led to bad decisions I couldn’t change.
Like the tattoo that was right above my cock.
Here’s Your Pole.
Yeah. Enough said.
Operation FUBAR Text Thread
Wolf – Glad to have you back.
Smoke – Fo’ sho.
Ice – Ops have been going to shit.
Hyde – Command doesn’t know shit.
Jekyll – Preach.
Me – Needed the time.
Wolf – After that, I can see why.
Smoke – When are you gonna come see me?
Me – Oh. Jealous?
Smoke – Talia still single?
Ice – Fuck.
Hyde – You went there.
Jekyll – The fuck.
Me – Yeah. But my money is on Dom.
Smoke – Yeah, he’s the only person crazier than she is.
Wolf – True that.
Ice – My ass hurts.
Hyde – Throw ice on it.
Jekyll – Get it.
Wolf – Hilarious.
Smoke – Save us.
Me – Why have I missed y’all?
Operation IDGAF Text Thread
