You pimped your own gf out for a bottle of whiskey.
Somehow I'd hoped that this would not be stated as blatantly (and as Truthfully) as that.
But Yeah....."boiled down" its damn hard to deny. There really was serious "energy" between the two if them though...
....I've tried every way you can think of to "Rationalize" that choice that night, to myself. To
convince myself that I did not in fact just Pimp her out for a bottle of Whiskey....always I wind up back in the same place though, stuck with the Truth.
And the fact that I Sold Too Low. Should have at least got a Case of Mickey's as well. Probably could have, too.
In that moment though, it felt like raising the "Tribute", demanding more....I would cross some line between some thing and....
actually being Pimping her out.
Hahaha and you got your neighbor on top of the whiskey
It was the weirdest night, things just accelerated, really felt like at a certain point on that night we all were on a Slope, a snowball rolling downhill. Bcuz no one involved were "Swingers", none of us did this sort of thing. Yeah, that Maker's Mark was the "engine" the main source of Inertia, propelling us to where we wound up but that aside it was just "mystical". We hung out in Broad Ripple quite alot, no night like that ever happened...before or after.