Closing time on a Friday night means the same thing each week, though this one was worse than usual. Hunching over, swaying slightly in a rather tipsy manner, I tug up my coat to cover my head.
I was so excited to go get some drinks with friends, to blow off some steam and to celebrate one of them landing their dream job, but the sudden turn in the weather nearly made me regret it all.
Rain tears through the air, coming down in heavy sheets that pound at my thick coat and sting my bare skin. The frigid air hounds me, my nose and ears going numb as I stand outside in a stupor.
Normally I would order a cab or an Uber, but since losing my job money had become rather tight. I had mostly gotten drunk off of the benefactors I called friends, all of which were more than happy to pay my way to keep the good times rolling.
Wobbling with each uneasy step I begin to stagger down the street, curing and muttering under my breath. My life had been going downhill for a while, just slowly enough for me not to notice. After being let go my three degrees and all that time at college felt like a waste. Beyond that there was the string of failed relationships, my longest romance having been abandoned long ago without so much as a goodbye.
Other friends of mine had been in a similar situation, but had the support of their wealthy families to carry them through. I on the other hand had to fend for myself, relying on my saving and years of frugal penny pinching to scrape by
"Itsh not...not fair" I slur, spitting as I try to get the excess saliva and the taste of sickeningly cheap beer out of my mouth. "Shtupid fucking...*hick*... Shtupid life, shtupid bad luck."
As I stumble down the empty streets towards my apartment I spy a young couple making out under an awning, the envious bile building inside me burning as I glare at them.
The man is tall and dashing, his chiseled jawline dotted with a manly stubble. He looks like a damned model, his wet purple button-up short clinging to his muscular torso while his partner practically moans as the feeling of his rippling abs beneath her fingers.
A massive bulge is formed in his skin-tight black jeans, a massive snake running down his leg that appears almost monstrously girthy. The woman he is with can't seem to keep her hands off it, her frenzied digits darting uncertainly between feeling up his muscles and rubbing his juicy cock through his pants.
The woman is a stunner as well, a real ten out of ten. Her long silky black hair, drenched by the rain, clings to her delicate shoulders before draping down to her mid-back. Her face is beyond my sight, her head buried in the man's neck as she kisses and nibbles at his skin possessively. Her chest presses firmly against his own, the massive pliant orbs flattening out and juggling as she grinds against the towering adonis.
The man's hands wrap around the woman, one cupping her perfect thick heart-shaped ass while the other pins her to him as he grips the small if her back.
Her dress is a perfect shimmering silver, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. Her hips writhe and shake as she grinds herself on the man's thick muscular thigh, moans escaping her mouth as she coos in what sounds like Japanese.
As I pass by they pay no heed to me, lost in their own fun. I notice a messenger bag slung over the guy's shoulder, the pockets open with a phone being visible inside.
As if on cue a car pulls up beside the three of us, a wave of water splashing me from the gutter while I inadvertently block the other two. Groaning loudly, flicking my wrists to get the filthy water off of me, I hear the Japanese woman and the man chuckle beside me.
"Sorry bro" laughs the man, a firm hand patting my back with enough force to make my lurch forward.
Spinning to look at the man I watch as his smirking handsome face is dragged towards the car, the young Japanese young tugging at him with both hands as she feverishly tries to get him someplace more private. She squeals in the frigid rain, the downright comically large breasts threatening to tear her dress apart heaving with each of her weak mewling attempts to move the man.
She mutters something in Japanese, glaring at me for a moment before pouting at the man. He chuckles once again, the deep rumbling of his booming voice practically making the young woman melt.
"He's not a loser babe, just less fortunate than...well..." He states, turning to face her before feverishly groping her as they tumble into the waiting Uber.
As the two of them collapse into the back seat, the young woman crying out in delight and the massive massive cock presses again her abdomen and his hands bury into her crotch, I watch as a small black book falls from the opening in the bag.
I go to tell him, opening my mouth to say something, before shutting my mouth with a pout.
"Fuck this guy" I think to myself, fuming as I feel my mud-covered fingers going numb. "Fuck him and his stupid bitchy slut, who the hell do they think they are?"
I watch as they drive away before walking over to the book, snatching it up and carrying it under my jacket. The pages are rather sodden, the water in the gutter having quickly taken to the dry paper.
Still fuming I race home, doing my best to keep myself upright in my inebriated state while protecting the little book in my freezing number hands.
Staggering into my apartment I quickly strip out of my drenched clothes, quickly and drunkenly stumbling into just wearing a pair of boxers along with my sweaty socks.
Leaving the dripping filthy clothes by the door I trudge over to my sofa, collapsing onto it with a dull thud. My head spins for a moment, more and more of the nights beers finding their way into my system as my thoughts grow muddled and strained.
Fumbling for a moment I tug the worn and tatter blanket resting on one of the armrests over me, thankful for the slight amount of warmth as I shiver and shake.
"Urgh...I need to get the heat...the heater started" I grumble, swaying a little as I sit up and glance around the room for the remote to the central heating. In a haze I look down, feeling a firm rectangular object in my hand as my brain wonders if 'that' is the remote.
Staring down I see the small black book, my anger from before quickly returning as I remember the guy and his mocking laughter.
"Guess...*hick*...guess who got your little black book random dude" I say with a chuckle, waving the book slightly before it slips from my fingers. It tumbles a short distance, landing in my lap before turning to a random page. Despite the filthy water it is surprisingly legible, the pages not even sticking together strangely enough.
I quickly find myself reading the page, eager just what phone numbers and notes a guy like that would have in his *black book*.
25/02/2022
Dear Diary
Today was amazing.
Yui finally agreed to a date. I've she's spent so long asking, that beautiful lotus flower, and she's I've finally given in. I'm not sure it will work out, she doesn't seems all that into me, but I'm sure it'll be a fun time.
We went to that local place, the one with the video games. I had a blast, but she didn't seem was super into it at all too. She was all over it me from the moment she got there, and when we left she couldn't get me out of there fast enough.
Guess it'll just be me, my hand Yui, and my little buddy beast of a cock tonight.
Love,
Eloise Louis
As I read the diary the gears in my head churn and chug. This was dated for tonight yet it seemed to have the whole day listed out. Not only that, but the constant dashes and lines through the pages seemed to correct just what had happened. The young woman, Yui I guess, had been all over that guy and he certainly wasn't an 'Eloise'.
"Maybe...maybe this belonged to the..." I mutter, shaking my head at the suggestion. "No...no I don't think 'that' guy was a Yui" I chuckle, "who the hells diary is this then?"
As if responding to my question the words on the page begin to run, the water-logged pages finally taking them. However, rather than simply becoming a stained blob the ink simply vanishes as a new entry is written in
25/12/2022
Dear Diary,
Still no luck finding teaching work.
I'm starting to think I'll need to aim lower, really anything to get a steady income again. I worked in retail in the past and it did a number on my back and knees, but I'm sure it wouldn't be too bad to do it again until I can find something more substantial.
I mean, I have three degrees for God sakes!!!
Philip is having drinks tonight at the usual place, finally celebrating his getting a job at that non-profit. Hopefully I'll be able to scan a few drinks from the crew while I whoop them at Street Fighter like old times.
Just got home and I'm fucking freezing. Some fucking idiot hosed me down with gutter water and this fucking jerk and his girlfriend just laughed at me over it. Well jokes in you because I have your diary asshole.
Fuck I need to hit the hay, hopefully my hangover isn't too bad in the morning
See ya tomorrow
Jordan
My eyes go wide as I read the entry, each word being penned in an oddly familiar hand before my very eyes. I quickly snatch up the book, flicking through the pages as I find the rest of them blank.
This...this is a joke...*hick*...right?" I mumble, squinting at the book as I try to find the trick to it all. "I...I haven't kept a diary since...since the first week of college."
As I stop on a blank page I watch as the page begins to fill with words once again, my heart freezing up and my blood running cold as I read the
06/02/2012
Dear Diary,
Today has been wild.
I just finished unpacking my boxes at the new form, finally I have all my consoles out and hooked up to a TV. Wish I could have afforded a better room, but I suppose this will do. I'm sure I'll get used to just getting by.
Maybe I'll invite some of my new friends over for a movie night or to play some games as like a house warming.
That's right you heard me, I've made new friends! And on the first day too! I didn't know I'd meet so many cool people here so quickly.
Just got back from the welcome dance and wow, so much to tell. I met this cute girl, a little older than me but damn is she hot. Spent the night dancing and making out, but when she went to go to bed I wound up making out with two other chicks.
This has been the best night of my life.
Can't wait to update you,
Jordan
"That's... that's my..." I blurt out, immediately recognizing the entry. I hadn't seen it in years, but I certainly remembered writing it and the sweet heady memory of that would night stay with me forever.
"This...holy shit..." I mutter under my breath. That was when I met Stephanie, the girl I dated for the longest in my entire adult life. I can't help but wonder what my life would have been like if we had stayed together, why had we even broken up again? It was hard to remember in my drunken state, did we even have a fight at the end, an argument or disagreement that led to a ghosting?
What if I hadn't settled for her, instead staying in the market and enjoying my free youth? I mean, at least in the entry and my memory I had been quite the player that night.
There was so much in my last I wish I could change, things to take back or opportunities to grasp by the horns.
As the alcohol seeps into my system more and more I find myself flicking through the diary, each entry filled with signposts from my life that led me to where I am today.
Hirings, firings, trips taken or missed, dates ghosted, friends ignored or who had ditched me, statements about my dire finances and random financial boons, bouts of luck both fortunate and ill.
In a bit of a haze I reach across to the nearby coffee table, taking up a pencil as I begin to scribble into the diary, dozing off with a smirk as I decide to make a little adjustment...
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