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hmm, it is wierd, but the sex scene in monster's ball (great movie by the way) got me thinking:

mony, she was one of the few white girls in our neighborhood. her family owned this steel fabrication machine shop in the west end. they were rich, by our standards. we dated when we were, like 17, and by then we were both allready old. she had a kid, and a series of convict, abusive bf's, and i had been out of jail for a year and allready was the fucked up loser no one wanted to party with because of my unpredictability. we made a good pair.

mostly we would hang out in the gameroom and sit across from eachother with a brownbag full of booze and just drink. real bukowski like shit. we would talk shit, yell, fight, and fuck. the sex was incredibly hot, but pathetic. it was sex that made you feel queesy and depraved afterwards. we were like two addicts trying to fill these gaping holes in ourselves. kissing and fucking like two starving kids. fucking the pain away.

we were on again off again for years. we built up this crew of fuck ups, and had many movie highlight moments of uncontrolled mayhem. it was surreal.
she died 3 yrs ago, leaving 2 kids.

anyway, there you have it. i gotta go to school. take care yall.