Mental Emasculation: Captain Morgan’s Spiced Revenge Part 10

A phone call in the early hours of the morning is a painful, bewildering experience that will very rarely have a happy conclusion. Similar, in fact, to placing your penis within the lubricated nozzle of a vacuum cleaner before gingerly tapping the ‘on’ button with your foot. If only to see what all the fuss was about. 

Every Day Is Equally Shit

The sun is already setting when you arrive back home. The light shining through the windows paint the whole apartment in a warm red glow. You kick off your shoes and slump down on the couch in the middle of the spacious living room. It’s good to be back home, todays workshift was just bad. You allow a long sigh to pass your lips as you settle into the soft cushions.

With one slow movement you snatch up the remote and turn on the TV. Zapping through channels randomly, you realize that tonights program will consist of old shows and reruns. Not really exciting.

A click from the front door marks the arrival of your hyena flatmate. Her shift finished early it seems. Usually she’d be gone for another hour at least. She doesn’t say a word, just grunts and plops down next to you, eyes closed and head back against the couch.