I was living alone in a new place, a weird, lonely place, in the middle of nowhere, where my small apartment was surrounded by nothing but strip clubs and sex toy shops. Ever since I got fired from my remote coding job at Facebook for deliberately making a “dog’s dinner” (to quote my manager) of my last B.S., busywork project, I’ve been drifting. I let myself go. Stopped working out, stopped even going outside. Used to be cut, and I was still big, but I had become totally soft at the haunches. Stopped talking to people. No texting, no phone calls. Nosedived my most intimate relationships. And the crazy thing was, I didn’t realize any of it was happening.
The Drunk, Gay Barber
The Drunk, Gay Barber
The Drunk, Gay Barber
I was living alone in a new place, a weird, lonely place, in the middle of nowhere, where my small apartment was surrounded by nothing but strip clubs and sex toy shops. Ever since I got fired from my remote coding job at Facebook for deliberately making a “dog’s dinner” (to quote my manager) of my last B.S., busywork project, I’ve been drifting. I let myself go. Stopped working out, stopped even going outside. Used to be cut, and I was still big, but I had become totally soft at the haunches. Stopped talking to people. No texting, no phone calls. Nosedived my most intimate relationships. And the crazy thing was, I didn’t realize any of it was happening.