December 23
In the dark, half dead, numb after the granite ass-licking incident and that mess with Auntie Flora’s retard doorman, I am cruising the internet on my iPhone. Ironically I stumble across a bit of swan trivia on Wikipedia: All swans were thought to be white, until they discovered black swans in Australia in the 18th Century. Now, highly unexpected events are termed “black swans.” Good to know.
I am at this moment, lounging very comfortably in my black hole.
I don’t know exactly when I slipped in, though undoubtedly during the three-hour bath I took after the long, debasing f**k session with the lying fiend Swan. Wait, let’s call him ‘The Thing.’ I will not justify that loser with an elegant bird’s name. I imagine ‘The Thing’ at this moment, choking to death on a giant eleph
