Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom….. Real boredom…. Real boredom…..
Real boredom….. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom….. Real boredom…. Real boredom…..
Real boredom….. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom….. Real boredom…. Real boredom…..
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Real boredom…. Real boredom….. Real boredom….. Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom….. Real boredom….. Real boredom…. Real boredom…. Real boredom….
Real boredom….
Epilogue
June 5, 2009.
Six months and two weeks after.
Unemployment rises to 9.4 percent.
Barack Obama, the president.
Objective of visit, watch auditions for making of a movie based off of first book.
Enter Petra's apartment. She doesn't look good. She has a giant zit on her nose. I lost my job at the steak house. I now work at Red Lobster. I work like 15 hours a week. There are no hours at work. No one is getting many hours.
Petra has no job.
She had a job making 40,000 a year:
But lost it.
She fucked up the accounting.
Petra and I walk down Bedford. There is something wrong with her face. It looks disfigured. She is sad. Her New York dream is coming apart. Read on Hipster Runoff that many New York dreams are coming apart.
Petra was running out of money.
Went to a store and I bought Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. She was happy. She didn't pay for anything.
We walked down Bedford in Brooklyn. Hipsters everywhere. Everyone dressed in Urban Outfitters, American Apparel, and clothes they bought from vintage sites Online.
Wearing khaki shorts and Scarface t-shirt. I didn't look hip. Petra kept bitching about the hipsters even though she was dressed exactly like them, shopped at the same places and did nothing but be a hipster.
We stopped at a truck; several nice Latinos sold us burritos and tacos after we paid them. Petra didn't pay for anything.
We went back to her place. We stood in her kitchen and ate. There was no kitchen table. Petra poured the rum in to a cup. She drank the rum without ice cubes or mixing it with any other substance. I put Diet Pepsi in with the rum and ice cubes. We ate the Mexican food.
We went up on her roof and smoked cigarettes. She kept bitching that she wanted to come to the movie auditions the next day. I told her no. I told her it was like work. The movie people had paid me money, I had signed contracts. We had contractual agreements. I had maintained a sense of professionalism. She kept bitching. Then talked about how she went to a lot of parties. It was obvious she was drinking a lot. That she was a person that drank every day and had severe emotional problems.
We went back to her room. I didn't care about having sex. We kissed. She kept drinking the rum. She told me she was on her period. Told her I didn't mind. Told her I came for the movie. Was hoping she would be my friend and we could have fun. That made her mad. She assumed that I only came there for her. Petra drank one glass after another. I was sipping the rum. Petra gave me a blow job. It wasn't remarkable. It was boring. Just in and out. I could give a much better blowjob. Cummed in her mouth. Laid down.
Told her I had been in a car for the last eight hours and needed to go to sleep. Tried to cuddle her. She got mad. Grabbed my penis and started yelling that I should have sex with her. She tugged on my flaccid penis hard. Turned around and scootched across the bed from her. Decided to wake up early and leave before she woke up.