Last post I wrote, the last time I checked in, I truly didn’t know if I would survive myself to post again. I did.

Since that complete breakdown from trying to be a drinking buddy I never wanted to be I have experienced, convertible Camaro, Mustang, Death Valley, a new relationship, best sex of my life (by far), watching anorexia take someone over, new dogs, losing dogs, stealing dogs, a new level of complete mental breakdown, and all this cummulating with a call to 911 and my new girlfriend being arrested and jailed for domestic violence.

If you needed to know what led up to that call to 911, it was because I didn’t say I just had the best orgasism of my life. I think that should say it all.

Yeppers. Still alive and kicking. Still haven’t learned to run from crazy. Still haven’t learned to not extend my hand.

This last few months have definitely been the most bizarre few months of my life, but in so many ways, the most rewarding and the most educational.

To sum up: I need a new girlfriend, quickly-quickly, before the current one gets out of jail and I remember I’m needy and week.

-Duckin’ Kev