There’s a part-timer at work I’ll call “Roids” who gets all the girls wet. I’m older and wiser than him but those things don’t matter with the ladies, only money, looks and “attitude”.
Even if I were Roids’ physical clone the ladies would still treat me with indifferent indifference, just like they do now. I can be just as risqué as Roids and a hell of a lot funnier, but my weirder thoughts can and do ruin the moment. Because I don’t use my brain to make money it brings only pain and isolation, so I hate people and that’s what shines through. “Life is a tragedy for those who feel”.
Observing Roids has taught me that women are just as sluttish and shallow as any man, drunk or sober. It’s not a female weakness but a human one.
Do you think I take delight in pointing out that at heart, women are all a bunch of filthy whores?
Do you?
If you answered “Yes” then you are wrong. It rips apart my heart like those fish hooks on chains in the Hellraiser movies.
“There’s no such thing as a good woman. Not in France. Not in Philippines. Not in America. Not anywhere.”
–Pinoy who’s doing his sister-in-law; from a short story by John Fante
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