out. And why would he find out? Because everybody saw you either leaving, sucking face or actually doing it with the weird, over-tan guy with the tattooed forehead, and of course all the products in the world will not restore you to âcleanâ or âfresh.â A word about relief: This product does not support the idea of âdo-overs,â as when playing pool and missing the ball entirely, in which case certain women feel the right to call out âdo-overâ and shoot again without penalty of any sort. We consider this cheating. Therefore, it doesnât make it better if, on the night in question, your regular boyfriend was off âtaking some time to think about things,â which means, as weâve learned in earlier sets of instructions, that heâs off thinking about how badly he wants to dump you and start âseeingâ one of your very stacked friends. Who knows? Maybe he would have stayed if you hadnât drunkenly turned yourself over to the first unwashed mouth-breather who made suggestive comments about the shape of your ass. But itâs too late, there shall be no do-overs, and youâre destined to remain pathetic, manless and a known slut. You will be largely ignored by your social circle, with the exception of certain guys in shiny shirts whoâve begun to stare openly at your inadequate breasts. You may start to fantasize while walking or driving around, grief-struck and miserable, about a fresh, clean start where everything is suddenly crisp and blank, like bleached bed sheets, newly washed chalkboards, refinished floorsâthe ultimate do-over. These instructions have this to say about that wish: Ha! You should be so lucky. Letâs face facts, little lady. Itâs girls like you who force us to include warnings like Do Not Administer Orally. Weâre not going to let you out of this one that easy.
The Finish Line
BY DENNIS COOPER
Dear Dennis,
I was glad to hear from you, donât worry about it. Whatever fucked-up shit came down between us, it doesnât matter anymore. I donât even remember what the problem was. People change, thatâs right. I figured you were off doing your own thing and didnât remember me. Iâve fucked so many people over, I donât expect anybody to give a shit. Iâve been in AA off and on for a couple of years, and they make you think about what you do, and so Iâm better about not going over peopleâs boundaries, like they say. Iâm sorry for being a shithead a lot of the time back then. I make people into my dad, and then I have these big expectations that are just stupid. I wish I didnât do that, but I still do. I just fucked up this thing with a guy here in Portland, although I have to say the guy was as much of an asshole as me. I donât have anybody right now, and I get fucked up when Iâm alone. I was clean for four months, but now I slipped and everything goes to hell when Iâm using. So your letter came at a good time, because Iâve been feeling like nobody gives a fuck. Iâm sleeping in my van right now because I donât have anywhere to live, and Iâm getting tired of it. I was doing pretty good for a while there. I got married to this woman, Carla, and we had a daughter. I was with her for about a year and a half, and that was a good time in many ways, but I couldnât play it the way she wanted me to play it, so she kicked me out. Thatâs over. She has a restraining order against me, which I deserve because it got kind of crazy toward the end. I donât know if you want to hear all this shit. You seem to think Iâm somebody special, and you always did, no matter how much I fucked you over, which is why I loved you like I did. But it hasnât worked out that Iâm so special. Thatâs probably why I was such an asshole to you, because you thought I was so special, and I knew I wasnât, but I wanted to believe it, so I
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