the business traveler

keeping track of the lower points of my bi-coastal bt lifestyle.

1. lunched on my own today. taco bell drive through. ate my burrito alone in a rented chevy malibu, listening to "simple pleasures" in the walmart parking lot.

2. watched the lakers game in my hotel room, in my boxer briefs. accidentally ashed on myself. there is now a burn hole in my boxer briefs.

those sheets are dirty and so are you.

second floor landing: a small victoria's secret tag.

third floor landing: a pile of dirty sheets.

let's hope these are related and the sound of the dishwasher is drowning out the sweet sound of staybridge suite sexin'. tagless and soused love.

he touched my penis.

i got some extra attention at the airport today. i was pulled aside for "additional screening." they put me in that little transparent box inbetween the security lines. the moustachio-ed TSA man asked if i wanted a "private screening." i said no. best to keep things public. but he touched my privates in public. anyone in the vicinity could see. he ran the backs of his hands on my upper legs. i was only half-awake. his knuckles touched my penis.