I've been addicted to porn all my life. My parents love porn and I snuck-read their mags from a very early age, so I blame them. It's not just a hobby but a passion of mine, so when things started to get tight I kept buying porn and going to strip clubs and getting handjobs. But now that things are really tight, I can't stop ignoring that this addiction may be getting in the way of my financial well-being.
A day after wasting a dime because I didn't round up the gas when filling up my car, I finally get to Shinders. I wanted to pick up Playboy's "College Girls" Special Edition because of the U. of M. coeds was willing to sign it for me. Actually, she appeared in Playboy's monthly issue back in the fall, the one which annually showcases the hot girls of a particular conference. So when I dug for her e-mail and told her how hot she was and if she could sign my "Girls of the Big 10 Conference" copy, she told me she was in a second mag. Because she was willing to sign and she's lives so close to me there's a small part of me hoping I can see her and get to know her and maybe fuck her, I e-mailed her and said, "As soon as I get the money I'll buy that too."
I got the last copy, with small creases and dirty fingerprints all over it. Probably a lot grime from guys who touched their nuts inbetween flipping the pages too. But I promised her.
I looked at the price: $9.99?!?!?!
Ten bucks for a fucking magazine?! I shouldn't pay that much for porn even if I did have a job?!?! Should I? Ah ... this is going to kill me, but yeah, I bought it. A hot naked girl allowed me to send her stuff to sign. I couldn't disappoint her.
So according to my calculations I have spent $10.10 I shouldn't have. I thought about going to the Swarm game Saturday; now, I probably won't. Should I donate to the art show I plan on going to tomorrow? Probably not. How about a lapdance at the local titty bar? Yeah, that's probably still on. Damn my addiction. ...
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