Why God Am I Just Another Sucker? Why Me?

There I was with the other stupid drunk snakes. Giving attention to the only girl in the bar left before last call. She smelled of heavy perfume and dressed like a streetwalker. We all lined up hoping beyond hope that maybe our joke was funniest or that our manliness was manliest. What a bunch of tanked suckers, waiting for the privilege to mate with this one single whore and I was one of them.

Oh God! I was one of them!

Too bent out of mind to ignore her slutty charm & too doltish to keep my usual cool distance.