step 4b -

i don't have the heart to write step 5 yet. mostly because i am obviously not fully recovered, but also because i don't have a good title.

anyway, that doesn't mean i didn't come up with a killer coping mechanism today.

in college i invented a game, the o game. to pass time in ann arbor after looking at the same tired student faces everyday, i decided to guess exactly what face this person would have on at climax.

there were your general versions of ectasy and its aftermath, but there were also fun favourites like the jocks who screamed "mommy", convulsion carols, and the cryers ("oh that was so beautiful todd..."). I highly recommed this game in any overpopulated location.

but, as the third anniversary of the game has rolled around, i have realized it's possible alternative use.

should you ever desire to fuck a stranger in a back alley, consider his mug added to the grotesque menagerie already emblazened on your brain from experience rather than creative thinking. it's not a collection anyone would like to see multiply, and will certainly stop you from going at it like rabbits by sheer revulsion.