© 2011 Josh maskq


There was this time once where I saw a homeless man fellating his dog outside a yogurt shop in Los Angeles.  At least I think that’s what I saw, I was driving and it wasn’t more than a passing glance.   Last night on bourbon street, I saw a homeless man who looked just like that first guy.  It’s one of those things I’ve seen that I should probably keep to myself; but at the same time I really feel like I need to tell other people about it.  But even the telling of the story feels wrong, like I’m somehow involved in the act just by witnessing it.  Seriously, If that’s really what was going on, I feel like the dude was probably just doing it to fuck with people who passed by.

I also don’t like talking about when flights are delayed by 40 minutes.  It’s not a story. No one cares.

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