I went to San Diego and she wouldn't have sex with me. We got naked and my penis was so big and engorged, it hurt. But no sex. her ovaries hurt. My pancreas hurt. As well as my genitals and my back. It was so sunny, I was afraid to go outside, I felt dizzy and nauseous, but I went and got on the bus. Everybody was staring at me. They knew she wouldn't have sex with me. People were talking to me. I couldn't understand, I passed down on those same streets. Oh yeah, at 4 in the morning. Go to work, Tomatoes. Go to work, Tomatoes, and if you're still alive when you get home, she'll have sex with you. Don't tell her you drink beer on your lunch break. At the ticket counter in the greyhound, I couldn't understand what anyone was saying. "One ticket to LA, please." I really wanted to go to the Coronado bridge instead, but I had shit to take care of at home. The same ticket counter I went to when they left me out of jail. "Where would you like to go?" "I want to go back home. Back to LA please." OK, and I put on the same stinky ass clothes that I had been wearing two months prior. Festering in a plastic bag for two months. If only she would've had sex with me. The same greyhound she bought a ticket for me from Texas. Never having been to San Diego, they were all talking to me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. She gave me a blowjob in the car, some malt liquor, and five football Xanaxes. There in the parking lot of the San Diego airport. Right there, I can see her car there. Why is she still there? She doesn't know I'm coming back home to LA. She cheated on me while I was in Texas. She was wearing high heels and thigh highs. He commited suicide on my behalf. I jacked off in her bed and came on an old shirt.