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Hot Blog: CREAMPIE MANIA leaned back, still clasping my arms, and took a look at me. "Jesus Christ, you look like shit," he said. He didn't lie, I did look like shit. The past month had been a teaser trailer of Hell ¡V from the first critical raping of my new book to the moment I walked in on my soon to be ex-wife fucking her golf instructor, her female golf instructor, to the five hour, plus delays, flight across the continent and the rush hour traffic and labyrinthine residential roads that took me here ¡V and I felt like I wore every second of it on my face. But I was finally here, and I was going to feel better.
Hal, on the other hand, looked great. Or about as great as a 35 year old insurance salesman with 2 teenage children and a 25 year mortgage can look. He looked as though he had dropped about twenty pounds from his stocky frame since the last time I saw him, and a mouthful of recently capped teeth grinned at me from his tanned face. Sure, some more of his blonde hair had vacated the top of his head, probably migrating to his back, but he looked better than I had ever seen him look before, and I told him so.
