[varmint]

Some lack of game stories:



I could write a book.

College. I’m driving around in my t-top firebird with my friend/co worker Carlos. We pass two girls jogging. Carlos leans out the window and yells something in Spanish. I don’t speak Spanish, and the girls probably didn’t either. But the meaning was clear because he was also making a gesture with two fingers and his tongue.

I sped up and got the hell out of there.

A year later it’s closing time at the bar and a girl wants me to give her a lift home. Her dorm is two blocks away so I figure this is a good sign. We get outside and she sees my car, and starts hitting me.

No sex for me that night.