On The Take

There are those who will sell you an agenda over and over again for their personal benefit, as long as the same sucker buys into some potential possibility, the repetition of the con will continue. I have a friend who has been trying to dupe me on a bill of goods he has no leverage to deliver, some long drunken circus ringleader who steps up into the singular spotlight clutching a bottle of rye whiskey long ago over romanced on well rehearsed words looping through his brain on auto repeat. Everytime this person gets his wives friends around he drudges up some great scheme to get me all excited about the possibility of screwing either one of his wives friends. A story which I reluctantly bought into a few years ago resulting in a series of trips out of town to party with my friends and his harem of whores who only pretended to be loose when in fact, my only purpose their was to serve as drug conduit, my friend is in on it, he probably would not admit it, but the obviousness wreeks in perverse acknowledgement on his part. Today would be a great example for some reason, I got conned into being party to a Las Vegas weekend getaway where I would cough up some flier miles to get one of my friends sexpot bitches out. I have already gone through the paces with this leech, this opportunist, this user, the classic manipulator, via multiple trips back east, this woman has such an over inflated self perception it is surprizing her head has not flown away.

After relcutantly agreeing to getting the leech out to Vegas, I decided no more, they could figure out whatever else they might need here and if they wanted any narcotics or favors they would have to pay retail. Once the word got out that I was cutting them off, this was about the time when the routine started up again. The routine consists of my friend calling or texting, probably half drunk, more than likely drunk, talking about how his wife's friends are running around in little booty shorts, how he is getting them all worked up about the trip, it is going to be a fucking orgy when the girls come out, on and on. Next, are the little phone pixs that look like cold war era teen pornography, not too flattering, nothing to really get me excited about them coming out in the first place to the point where I would rather not be part of any of the bullshit at all, by why let's this deliberate attempt to scam me, slow me down, the fact they collude to do this over and over again pisses me off, so now they are cut off, fend for themselves, makes me feel much better, this will make the Fourth of July weekend all the more enjoyable, so now I do indeed have something to look forward to beside the next of overhyped phone texts telling me how my friend is in a heated foursome with all the women, sure, more bullshit, retread information, why bother when I can go out on a weekday in Vegas with more chance of getting laid then with any of my friend's female acquaintences, gotta love Vegas just for that one thing.