This Sounded Creepy Talking About It In The Play Area Of McDonalds. So I'm Going To Put It Up Here.

She walked past me and I didn't see her. Then she walked out to get a refill while I talked to my friend D. on the phone. Conversation on my end stopped.

She had that beautiful dimple piercing, and lines of similar piercings above her cheek line. Tattoos on both of her arms, and her back. But the killer was the one coming over the top of her shoulder then plunging down her neckline onto her...

Well you get the idea.

I couldn't help but say something to D. along the lines of, "The hottest chick ever is at McDonalds." When confronted with attractive women I lose my normal level of intelligence. It kind of sucks.

D.'s response, "You say that about every where you go."

That is probably accurate.

I started talking to him about my thoughts on that. He told me I probably sound like a creep. He is probably right.

There is something about me that knows that my more base instincts are to be left alone for the most part. but if the right woman walks in the door. My brain goes south. I become this black hearted bastard that I probably wouldn't give the time of day to. But I also know that this is in my nature. I'm a human and as a consequence I'm full of that black hearted sin that plagues all of humanity. My problem then becomes the quickness with which I embrace that dark human nature.

I want to let my mind wanted to terrible things, and to terrible ends.

And a lot of the time I do.

The reason I sounded like a creep. Is that I am.

Vile under Vice.