Day 1
After the breakup, I was really amazed and thrilled at the amount of support I received from so many incredible people here. I built a damn good network, if I do say so myself. But I was still kind of a fucking wreck. I was drinking, basically morning to night (when I realized I wasn't functioning, I took some time off work), and I was relying on friends to keep me company all the time. I walked into a local bar at 11am, drank until 3pm with friends there, and skipped my way off to begin house-drinking with Kosher Dill. I've known Kosher for several years now, and he's always been pretty damn clear about wanting to hook up. My only real opposition to the idea all along was the thing with Faded Glory, so we did a couple of shots and got down to business. No foreplay, no kissing, just me, bent over my bed, getting railed. (CHEAP DATE!) Midway through, we thought we heard my front door opening (false alarm, but it got us moving!). We went back downstairs, and when no one...