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Letters from the Penthouse

March 28th, 2012

Without her I would have never ended up here at this Penthouse. Her sex appeal is like a key to after parties that otherwise I might never have gotten invited. Everyone assumes we are dating at first because of how flirtatious we are with each other, but in reality we’ve never even passed first base. Being friends with her tends to heighten my sex appeal better than any sports car, cologne, or suit could ever do for me. It’s a fair trade, I make her laugh and listen to her stories when she’s had a hard week, she accompanies me to clubs with her hot girl friends when I go out. But yet here I am, In this penthouse, sandwiched in between the two models she introduced me to earlier as one unbuckles my belt and the other kisses my neck. Maybe it’s the weed they made me hit, or maybe it’s the combination of champagne and vodka that always seems to really start kicking in at this time of the night, but I’m just not into it. I keep thinking about the guy she’s with at the moment. Sure he’s rich, has great hair and is basically letting me screw two models on his leather sofa but his intentions are all screwed up. I overheard him talking with his friends about how the sex would go down with her tonight, referring to her as “This Bitch” rather than her real name mind you. Sure, I live for nights like this, but I know she’s looking for more than a hungover walk of shame from “The Flamingo” after a one-night stand with a guy whose Dad owned a successful restaurant chain and had amazing eyes.

As I thought of all this, she stormed out of his room. She grabbed her high heels and purse and walked by the couch where I was with the two models. “I’m leaving!” She said. “This guy is a total douche. You coming?” She asked. As if she had read my mind, I looked at her then I looked at the two girls. They each gave me a nod and then gave me back my cock that they were both having so much fun playing with. In a hurry, I zipped up my pants, found my shoes and I chased her out of the door and down the hall.”Have Fun?” She asked sarcastically. “Naaaaaa. I’m to hungry to be having fun.” I said. “Le Sanwicherie?” I asked. “I’m buying.” “You’re buying?” She asked. “Le Sandwichierie it is.” She grabbed my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek as we began walking.”Thanks for being such a good friend.” She told me. I just smiled, winked and thought to myself what a perfect end to the night this was.

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15 Minutes of Fame

March 7th, 2012

I guess everyone get’s their 15 minutes of fame in life. In my case, it lasted about 4 hours when I decided to hijack Opey and J.R.’s dj gig at Monarchy a few months back. I mean, they were totally asking for it when they poked fun at Steely Dan and smashed that slice of pepperoni pizza in my face. What was I supposed to do? Just sit back and let two dj’s trash one of the greatest bands of all time and then spill soda on my head?! I think not. This isn’t high school after all. But after I tied them up and took over the turntables that evening I realized a few things. One, djs are the new rock stars. And two, no matter how wild and crazy you can you get a crowd going to the music you spin, today’s generation is just not that into Steely Dan and well, that’s ok with me.

Regardless of the Steely Dan fact, I still managed to make the crowd get “Outta Their Minds” like Lil Jon always says. And while everyone danced in a crazed, drunken, debaucherous frenzy, I came to an even bigger sociological conclusion. All the harsh judgements, belittlement’s, and criticisms people might have made about me in the past suddenly turned into admiration, praise, & acclaim as I made them dance. All the girls that never even thought to bat an eye at me before suddenly looked my way with a seductive stare because well, all the other girls were doing the same thing. Just as I never wanted to be considered an outcast, no one in a party full of people having fun wants to look like a wallflower so they all join in the fun, even if the dj is wearing a ridiculous bow tie and paid pants pulled way above his waist.

The fact is though, your only as famous as your last successful party. Once people start forgetting how much fun they had with you however, all the harsh judgements begin to resurface and the all magic you’ve created for them begins to fade fast. Popularity is a job, fame is only held beyond your 15 minutes if you keep up appearances and keep outdoing yourself. That’s why all these “one hit wonders” are just that, one hit wonders. They never kept up appearances or could ever outdo the one hit that they created at one point in time. The flip side to that is, the more appearances you make, the more people get sick of you so you have to keep a balance. I’m not sure if I’m ready for fame beyond the 15 minutes I was given. The one thing I do know for certain is, I will continue to play Steely Dan at parties every chance I get until it catches on.

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No Ordinary Love

February 23rd, 2012

Before I met her I was always attracted to girls that were slightly out of my reach. Girls whom society “told me” I should be attracted to. Girls who were more or less just arm candy, the type of girl that guys gawk at and hi-five you when you bring them to parties. I can’t be seen with “her” I would think, if I was with someone who didn’t measure up to society’s so called “standard” of beauty. The media has a way of tricking us into thinking we should have unbelievably high standards when it comes to finding someone, all the while we overlook the most beautiful people who are already in our lives. This way of thinking leads us into a never ending cycle of “friend zones” we can never escape from.

All that changed after I met her though. I didn’t care what “society” thought anymore. I just knew I loved her and that was all that mattered. She didn’t have to wear globs of make-up, or spend countless hours in front of a mirror before she went out like most “hot” girls did. She could just throw on a t-shirt and a pair of Chuck Taylors and still be the most beautiful girl in the room in my opinion. She never asked me if she “looked fat” or “does this dress make my thighs look huge?” because she didn’t care. She grew sexier and sexier the more I knew her, as most girls whom I thought were beautiful just did the opposite.

Most times it’s the things that are right in front of our face that are the hardest to see. We close ourselves off too people and experiences that we think society might look down on us for. It’s up to us to find the beauty that lies underneath society’s surfaces, the qualities in someone or something that that everyone else seems to overlook, but awaken our true desires. She showed me that no matter how good someones vision is, they can still be blind. And although she’s dating someone whom society might view as more “handsome” & “charismatic” at the moment, I’ll still always remember the valuable lesson I learned from her every time a “hot bartender” or “supermodel” turns me down.

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It used to be fun.

December 29th, 2011

This used to be fun. It still is, to some.

To me its routine. Different clubs, same scene.

Day out and day in, Stay out or stay in?

Get high or get low? Smoke weed or do blow?

Get drunk or stay sober? I just never know.

Should I bring 7 girls or 6 girls? 5 girls or 4?

Any less than that and I can’t get in the door.

As long as your stylish, as long as your rich,

as long as your pretty, its cool to be a bitch.

It might seem superficial, might seem kinda fake,

some days I think “how many more nights can I take?”

I could wake up to someone, I could wake up alone.

I could wake up hungover, with drunk texts in my phone.

I could wake up somewhere that I don’t know where I am,

I could wake up to a model, who cooks me green eggs and ham.

But most likely it’s someone who I’ll have to tell “scram”,

God damn. Is this the person I really am?

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