I had a problem that few sex addicts had. The receiving end of my sexual encounters had to enjoy it. I guess I could mark “rapist” off my checklist of things I was afraid of becoming. But it also amounted to a dilemma, seeing as I was done with relationships. It was hard enough dealing with those, and eventually they would end.
Brooks was the kind of friend you wanted around when a fight’s about to brew. Much like myself, Brooks just didn’t give a shit, and when you combine such anarchic lethargy you get some truly irredeemable nights. Continue reading →