I hate losing things.
The other day, I happened to misplace my wallet. I could have left it on the counter at the fast food joint. It might be on one of the many tables I sat on. It could even be on a train ride cross country. The point is that I have lost the very last bit of evidence that can prove who I am. I never even bothered to remember my social security number. It's such a terrible occurrence, but at the same time, I can start anew, which just may be a good thing. The worst part of the situation is that I lost the business card containing the phone numbers of the lady I sat with at the coffee shop. I always hear stories about fate and how things happen for a reason, but me losing my wallet couldn't have happened for a reason, unless fate wanted me to find a look-a-like to eliminate and assume his identity. The only thing that is seeming to keep me together is this cell phone and my shoe laces, and neither of which seems to be able to hold a condom securely. I doubt anyone ever reads this, but if you're out there and you've found my wallet, please e-mail me at jamal dot pirruth at gmail. Oh well.
However, I can think of one thing I can't hate losing. And if I ever do lose it, I'd probably find a way to keep myself satisfied, losing it over and over and over again. Whether it's on a roof, in a house, out at a park, or at the beach, I'm sure I can find newer and better ways to improve the experience, making each time more exciting than the last. With so many different ways to make it happen. With different directions and fancy moves to make my penis quiver. The options seem so endless. Though I'm still waiting for that special day in my life, my self-made paper airplanes will always be the same until it's gone. When that day happens, I'll let you know what happened with it and where it got stuck.
If you ever fly a paper airplane off of the roof of a high-rise apartment building, the chances of getting a ticket for littering is highly unlikely.
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