God damn that man.
He's so cliche, showing up at my door, drunk, in the middle of the night.
Thank god Tommy was here. His presence combined with the horror questions he'll just ask straight faced keep Jon from getting what he came for: a guilty blow job.
I realize now how fucking fractured he is. He comes over here for the blowjob so he can feel bad about it. He spent the whole begining of his night doing other things that left him wracked with guilt today, and if I had come through for him, he could have hit a holy trifecta of shame and really ridden the internal chemical wave of self-loathing.
That's kinda sick. He is way too fond of abuse. I need to stay away from him.
