“Turbo Jet Engine”

I haven’t seen Ben in about half an hour. He was up there singing “Hit Me with Your Best Shot” on karaoke and then a couple minutes later I saw that dark-haired, tattooed girl pressing her tit against him and talking to him. Sure we’d hooked up a couple times. I remember really liking how his mouth looked when he was about to come. Sh**, I liked everything about it: I liked his friendly co** inside me, how his body would thrust, the music he had on and the magazines he had laying around on the carpeted floor. There are other guys out there. No, there are not other Bens. I know that. But there are other guys out there. And there is music I can listen to when I start feeling like this. And I guess I don’t have to ride the train and see those hot girls, on the way home, either. I can just walk home. I have my pepper spray on me. I would get really sh**faced but I have to work tomorrow. And I don’t have to get really sh**faced. All I need is this big city I’m in. This is something I know and anyway I find this scuzzy dude up here kind of funny who’s doing “Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent.