Originally Posted by
JoeStrummer
TGR is like a girl you once dated who was super hot and fun and had a volcanic sexual appetite but was also a little crazy. Good crazy, like willing to drive to Baja on 15 minutes notice and sleep in a tent on the beach and show her tits to federales to avoid a bribe, and eat sketchy street food crazy. Also bad crazy, like run up your credit cards and tell the cops you pushed her down the stairs crazy.
And now she is married and 40 pounds heavier and has 3 kids and all that insane sexual energy and sense of adventure has apparently been re-channeled into a passion for Jesus Christ and looking at recipes and funny kitties on Pinterest and sitting on the couch for hours playing Candy Crush on an ipad her dullard husband won at a team-building event. There is no sign of her former self. She barely shows her tits to her husband, much less a sweaty corrupt cop in mirrored sunglasses. And she wouldn't go anywhere near Baja unless it was all-inclusive and would never DREAM of fucking you on a cooler full of Corona in the sand in the moonlight while some Mexican dudes watched from behind a nearby dune.
But your lizard brain holds out hope that underneath all that flab and useless Scripture and failed promise there is still a freaky demon hiding, awaiting re-emergence. So you check back in on her every once in awhile, just to see if there is any hope of her living up to her once boundless potential. Not even for your sake anymore but because the world deserves it. And it almost never pays off.
Except for times like now. Thanks!!!
