It was so refreshing, my girlfriend owned the Depeche Mode record, Black Celebration, and her roommate's brother who always was hanging out had a daily delivery of cocaine and heroin and a wide supply of clean points. I felt like I was hanging out with my friends back in Texas. But, they don't let me lsiten to Depeche Mode. First you put some water on the spoon, then the coke, and you mix it up with the back of the plunger. It turns clear. Just like water. That's when you put the heroin on there. I don't cook it. That's so much bullshit. Just mix it mix it mix it. Be patient. I know you're trembling, and you want to get high so bad, and oh yes, you will! More high than you even wanted to! So, that happened a few times, the guy kept on coming back it was over in Hillcrest. Pukealicious! I tried walking around, but it's so god damn sunny in San Diego, it makes me dizzy. And then, my girlfriend came home from work in her sexy secretary outfit. We ate dinner. I literally was shoving it down my high gross numbed throat. We went in the bedroom, and proceeded to do nasty stuff to each other. She was on top of me, half in her professional garb, and it felt so good. I started to feel uncomfortable. The lights were on, and I felt like people were staring at me. The blinds were shut, but still. I felt uncomfortable. "Hold on, hold on, hold on" I walked across the room, my enormous erect penis bobbing comically, and shut the god damn motherfucking light off. I laid back down, and she continued fucking me in the most greatest way. Something about the way it felt, . . . and then, to my horror, I realized that somebody, presumably a previous tenant had written the word, "PREITO" in gigantic, capital, glow-in-the-dark letters on the ceiling. I have no idea what in the fuck that means, and quite honestly, it kind of freaked me out. I chose to ignore it and just enjoy her beautiful body. "Yeah, fuck that pussy. Fuck it hard." "Who in the fuck is this?" I said inside my mind. "Just do her hard. Do her just like that. Get her on her knees and pull her hair, and hard." "Well, I was already planning on doing that, but I don't need you bossing me around. That's fucking bullshit! What is your fucking problem?!?!?" And then, that voice went away for a while. It waited until the sex became especially hot, and then it came back as you knew it would, and the voice: "Fuck her hard! Fuck that sweet, sweet pussy!" PRIETO was blazing. I jumped up, put my pants on, and ran outside quivering in the chilly San Diego weather on the sidewalk and literally crying. So, no Black Metal review for this blog, but if you're able to watch this Vicente Fernandez video without seriously contemplating suicide, well, uh uh uh, maybe you should seriously contemplate suicide: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUPhhggd0YE