I started this post days ago.  Right around the stroke of Chinese New Year.  It is The Year of the Tiger!  Xin Nian Kuai Le!

Well, fuck that shit, now that I come to think of it.  This week has been totally fucked.  My cat scratched my hand.  The expensive bottle of wine I purchased during my Valentine’s Day dinner gave me heartburn.  My classroom vermin/kids are being assholes.  My asshole students’ parents/guardians are giving me shit.  I went broke on a number of bad bets and expensive whores.  All in the game, right?  The game has tolerated my bending of the rules for years and years.  And now it’s time to pay the price.

The tiger is going to devour me whole.  I’m not sure if I have ever been in this situation.  I relish the thought of fighting the odds and the social conventions.  I just feel. . . defeated.  This is coming from a guy who was abducted by gangsters in China AND Mexico.  This is coming from a guy who traveled through time.  This is coming from a guy who murdered and stole and broke every single rule known to humankind.  And this is my reality — broke as a joke, without a friend in the world.

I’m just playing.  But seriously!  I thought The Year of the Tiger would immediately bring great fortune.  The great fortune would bring beautiful women for fornication.  The fornication would lead to excessive gambling.  The excessive gambling would lead to material wealth.  Oh, you think this is fantasy?  Go back and re-read the story of my life, bitches!  I just didn’t “Play the Game,” I fucked “The Game” until it came.  I fucked her so hard and with such guile and recklessness, I never even considered the end.

This is The End.  No, not the end of The Bukkake Files.  Shit, we are about to embark on one of the greatest chapters in the history of Silent Pillow.  First of all, I found Number Six.  She is a raspy voiced Filipina.  She sounds like she is 48 years old, but she is actually 20.  She is a blond-haired Asian with that dark brown patch of pubic hair.  She is like an angel in my time of great stress.  In fact, she is the only reason why I am writing in this blog.  Go ahead and thank “Mary” for my renewed interest in this fucking blog.

Okay.  This post was part of the old me.  New shit coming soon.

I promise.

Promise.

Promise.

Promise.

Yeah, for real this time.

Promise.

Original post by Charles J. Chinwannabutr