The Man in the Iron Mask

In the beginning Circa June West 6th

I wake up and I don’t know what to do. There are a few emotions that immediately pass over me. Just like they do every morning. I wake up, I open my eyes and pull the covers toward my face, I squint. I’m a bad person. That’s the first thought of the morning. I’ve ruined my life. There’s the second. I wonder if Travis is awake. I look to my left. He’s never out of sight. Comatose. It’s bright and its hot and I moved my car three hours ago. I look around. The frog’s looking at me. How the fuck did I end up here. My hand says 24, my leg says Scandalous Bitch. My foot has been tattooed to look like a hybrid alligator pit bull. Luck. That’s the third emotion of the morning. I feel lucky. I feel like I’ve accomplished something. I look up and I pop open the window, push open the screen and look at the prostitutes house and I feel lucky. And then I feel guilty. That’s the one that never fades. I always feel guilty. Because I am a bad person.

He does't know whenever he's not in the room I take pictures of every inch of his home,
like I were a detective at a crime scene.

“What’d you write on your foot?” He smirks and his eyes are never open all the way. I don’t know what color they are because they’re always squinty. My guess is blue since he’s so blond. I’m flabbergasted though.

“You don’t know what swag is?” Only my personal mantra. That’s so hot. He’s so hot and old and intriguing. He doesn’t know what swag is. He’s stupid and clueless like a baby. That’s so hot. “You know like swagger?” I give my best M.I.A. attempt. Fail. He doesn’t get it. He’s so old. And foreign and obscure and sexy and he watches sports. I hate sports. He just smiles all the time because he’s high. He keeps saying he’s really high too. Which I don’t get. I’ve been smoking and I’m stone cold sober, prolly more than him too if you count how many hits I take off his bowl whenever he leaves the room. I look at my foot and I laugh because he doesn’t know what swag is and it’s all I ever talk about.

He’s wearing weird zip off cargo short pants. All his pants are a little above the ankle. “you’re better off getting bit by snakes then dressin for them” that’s the first thing I think of when I see them. Or Gucci Maine. He’s the only 30 year old that can wear those pants and it be okay for me. He has frat daddy boat shoes too. But they look worn and organic. Just like everything about him. Its all very worn and organic and that’s why he’s so hip. Not because he looks especially hip but because he’s so organic. And that is the essence of hip. He’s also wearing a Mexico soccer jersey. Because apparently he loves sports and the world cup was on this morning. Germany won against Australia. That means nothing to me but apparently he’s into it. He also has one of his fingers bandaged up. He went to the hospital for it. Which is silly. I bet he really went there to see if they would give him pain pills for it. Like Codeine. I love that shit. I bet he gave himself the cut. What a waste they didn’t even give him pills.

I’m only drawing on myself because I’m nervous and a little buzzed. I feel like it’s a flirty way to pass the time. Like here, I’m gonna write something on my skin. you can see my bare skin. Which is sexy. And I’m artistic so all I want to do is draw and write all the time anyways. And I’m bored and nervous and just keep thinking how much swag you have. So I’m gonna write swag on my foot. I know Travis will see it and understand me and think I’m funny.

He wants to give me a tattoo now. I’m nervous. I don’t know whether to be creeped out or flattered. I just always have to pee. I wonder what he looks like naked. Not because I’m into it necessarily but I’m just the most curious person that’s ever existed. I can’t help it. He looks like a soccer player. Maybe just because he’s wearing a soccer jersey but I feel like its also the underwear he wears. Its very Beckham. He was in his underwear when he tucked me in last night. I’m confused and somewhat creeped out now that I remember this. He’s going to just keep losing clothes the more and more we go over there. Why does he like pit bulls so much, and did he or did he not draw the faces on the rocks that are on his mantle. I swear to fucking god there is a bug on my left leg. I’ll tell you I’m 20 but I’m not. It’ll surprise you later I bet. Everyone loves surprises.

I should have climbed on top of him last night. How sexy and cool would that have been. Or creepy and weird. Or hot. I dunno. Hey tell me I’m smokin’ again. You can rub my arm. I mean I’m not gonna rub yours back or anything. I’m just gonna freeze up and turn into a robot and be terrified of everything around me. But I’m flattered. I’m flattered as hell and you’ve swagged my panties to ashes.

Red Ruby Ranger

“Rube bring me the ball!” He yells at his dogs without moving an inch. They are his little minions. His best friends. They’re the cutest dogs I’ve ever seen in my life. Pit bulls. Of course. Red Ruby Ranger wants to so bad. She wants to please him and bring him the slobbery nasty gross red ball. Why? Because he’s hot as shit and who doesn’t want some guy that’s hot as shit saying nice things to you. Even when you’re a dog. He keeps begging for the ball and its really attractive. Because he has this weird raspy voice. I’m constantly thinking three things whenever I’m near him.

You’re kind of creepy and weird and give me the uh-oh feeling

Do me

I wish I knew why you're so weird

Sometimes I totally get a highschool skate rat kyle-paul-brett-smith vibe from him. I guess cause he skates or whatever? But then he’s like this super classy weird ass bartender. He’s an international man of mystery is what he is. A man of mystery pit bulls and swagger.