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Sunday, August 21, 2011

#SixSentenceSunday

This excerpt from The Salton Sea Chronicles: Sleepwalker is lightly edited for a non-age restricted blog.



My mind drifts to a girl I did yesterday afternoon knowing I made her feel for the first time, but Thunderscreech knows I am the virgin and will give me the screw of my life once I get it into the air. I think have the cojones to stand up to this mongrel, but it laughs at me knowing I am an under-endowed little boy.

The official temperature on base today is one hundred and ten degrees, so inside the cockpit it must be more like one hundred and twenty. Sweat runs down my back and I can feel it running through my crack and pooling under me. I hate having a wet crack and sweaty nuts.

“I’m going to look like I’ve pissed myself,” I mutter.

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