Ever so often, you get this primal urge where you just want to let go all of inhibitions and do it, right there and then. All notions of sense and sensibility go out the window in your attempts of scratching that unreachable itch. Where another thought of the deed is enough to render you manic. It is the most basic of human instincts and something we hide but cannot deny.
For me, I relieve myself at this underground place located in Bond Street in the city. It is a secret perversion I hide from fellow humans by saying something incognito such as “Oh, I’m just having a long lunch” or “Yeah, I’m working late again” but secretly, I am at this dungeon where I don’t feel constrained and I can relieve the stress and just let it all hang out.
It is shameful process I endure to scratch that itch. It involves undressing from my suit and tie and emerging in costume for an hour or sometimes, if I have the energy, two hours of pure endophytic climax.
Lately however, I have it harder and harder to leave this underground place. Every time I leave the gym, I am confronted by the endless of sight of expensive modelled Mercedes Benz, BMWs and Jaguars, the status symbol of the corporate elite. By the time I make back on the middle classed George Street, I am feeling severely depressed, detached and demoted; the endorphin high lasting until the first sight of the big shiny black car.
But recently, something strange has occurred on Bond. It is that time of the year where the after Christmas and the New Year period where things are quiet before Easter except for a select few who are receiving news of their, dare I say, mountainous bonuses; earmarked by the fact that the other day, after work, I saw in procession on Bond Street, a shiny red Maranello Ferrari and right behind it a glistering grey Aston Martin Vantage and if I was not suicidally depressed at that point, behind the Aston Martin was a deep topaz Bentley Continental GT.
I considered jumping in front of a train that afternoon but then realised I still had another month left on my train ticket.
posted by tykang @ 3/18/2006 09:54:00 PM
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