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I don't think I think enough.















Friday, October 26, 2012
Nope.

Illustration by Lee Crutchley

I was thinking about this for a while now because The Influence tends to view me in such a manner, especially now that things are not going well (in a particular area) on The Influence's end. I've been a fan of Lee Crutchley's work (I don't follow him on Tumblr for nothing) and this particular piece of work definitely came to mind. While I've never actually experienced a booty call, The Influence approaches me in times of, oh, I don't know...boredom? Need for entertainment? I have spoiled The Influence with my presence in times of need, that's for certain.

But it has to end. It will end. Again.