A while ago, the Trojan introduced me to a new whore. As Trey walked into an area Waffle House, he saw a police officer antagonizing a girl sitting alone. She was dressed like a whore and that's the word that kept coming out of the cop's mouth. Well Trey, who's never liked cops anyways and loves to play the knight in shining armor, came to her ( Read more... )

Funny how you can tell a story, a true tale, and tell it as a lie. When Trey was young, his mother died after a long battle with cancer. He's told me this story countless times. He's told this story to others, as well, women he was trying to sleep with. The story is true, but he tells it as a lie, by what he omits and what he emphasizes and ( Read more... )

The Trojan said this to me as we talked about how he differed from all the other dogs I compared him to him. "And what comfort is it to the girl to hear some half-hearted excuse that cannot explain the guy's action? No, I give them the truth and nothing less. Let them be lied to by some other man."

Hmmm. I found a way to access this again. Of course, I don't remember the password or the email it is attached to, but this may do. I have more to tell about the Trojan, about an exact year after I last posted. Perhaps this is the best chance I have to say that he is just a figment of my imagination. Still, I hope you enjoy his stories. They ( Read more... )

Another Trip on a Train ( Read more... )

A Note About a Fuck ( Read more... )

The Trojan is the sort of friend who is willing to get his ass kicked for you. Well, for you and for pussy. Both at the same time. But, more on that later.

All the demons of our present are born from the problems of our past. Freddy, now an alcoholic, was never given cookies as a child. Joe, the gangsta, was always picked last for kickball. And the Trojan, like most philandering fucks, was hurt bad by a woman when he was in high school. It was, of course, his first major relationship, as before he ( Read more... )

The letters resume from the Trojan's trip through the Chunnel, I think it is affectionately called. That little cave between Europe Mainland and England. He meets a girl on the train, they make out some, manage to slip in a bathroom for a quick in and out, and the train arrives. It was as much time with hassle to deal with his passport and ( Read more... )

One day, the Trojan and I were sitting outside Cox Hall at Emory eating lunch. Of course, I was taking a chance to jot down various observations, and the Trojan was making comments on all the girls that passed by. He rarely kept these comments private between us, and depending on the comments, we got looks of adoration or mean threatening glances ( Read more... )