His failings.

Mark drove every back road he knew to extend his journey home. It was a habit he developed for a plethora of reasons. There was no cops for one. It made him feel better to show up to his small apartment a little later after a Friday night date. He could do **** while driving these roads, nobody stares at the face of the opposite line as your both going forty, and it left him alone with his thoughts l, as he was processing another failed date, one of many, in a long line of them since his last marriage failed. Failed because he wasn't sure. He knew he was the reason, they lost their place, but as much of that was the last straw, there's more to it, and she actively avoided talking about it until everything just drifted away. So here he sat, driving around the most roundabout backroads, doing ****, his only pasttime was watching porn(interracial sissy hypnos, another thing that the average person would shake their head at), with a penis that while he was high, sniffing poppers, was smaller than a micropenis, that never got more than hard while jerking it with only 2 fingers to the biggest explosive cumshots he ever had. *Maybe these hypnos are having an effect on ...mmm, fuck i could really go for being tag teamed by two chiseled, no, three, maybe five or six chiseled black men with foot long...shit I gotta pay attention to driving*. Oh and he was $53 k in debt because, well lots of reasons. *I fucking suck at life maybe when I get home I'll post an ad or a message looking to sell myself as a sissy maid or something*