Mar 12, 2007 Comments Off
I showed George his own dick on flickr
Gypsy George is sitting here next to me at the moment and is quite excited by it all the exposure he’s getting, especially when I told him how popular some of his photos were.
“People like me?”
Yes, George some people like you. [My dick twitches whenever I see that photo. Still. - Rick 26-01-2010]
I just asked him if he wanted me to suck him later and he kissed my arm and said yes. Of course. So he knows where I live now. [I have no idea how I hooked up with him again. Up to this point I had successfully managed to hide where I lived from him. - Rick 26-01-2010] I’d already asked Arssi if he had any trouble beating up a girl, or at least threatening her, so if the girlfriend shows up here she’ll regret it. George knows this as well. With my valuables locked up I feel safe enough to let George sleep here a couple nights. While I was showing him the photos I reminded him that they were taken with the camera that he stole from me, twice: The first time he brought it back. Hearing this, he denied it and then admitted it and then denied it and then asked me to never speak of it again, that it had been a bad time for him and he had been very crazy at the time. I can vouch for that.
“Riki, I am good man?” he asked and looked at me seriously. He always asks this question now. He never used to until Denisa came along. How awful that the person you love would cause you to hate yourself. I’ve been there.
Run away, George, run away.
