/lit/ - Literature

>>5062849
>buying sets
>not separately buying each book unabridged, with superior translations

Our taxi driver asking us what we were up to, us explaining we were going to cheat on our girlfriends, him telling us his favourite past time is cheating on his wife, and then trying to sell us a new designer drug called ‘Rhino’. We both arrived at the venue, one we picked far out of town and sat down to wait for our girls. They arrived shortly one after the other and after the very awkward realisation they were on double dates with two people, neither of them knew, the date continued as normal. Progressively we all got drunker and Angelos and I paired off with our girls. As I kissed my girl and looked over to see him smirking and meeting my eyes, I knew this date was a success. We left with our girls and took them home. The next morning Angelos and I met to discuss the previous night’s events, after he had slept with his girl he had become overwhelmed by guilt and decided to try and evict her from his room half naked. After an argument ensued, and her banging on his door for an hour straight she left, taking with her some of his clothes. He was angst ridden and considering telling his girlfriend what he had done. Luckily I convinced him not to, and explained that no one takes to cheating right away, you need to do it once more to decide if it’s for you. So he did it again. And again. And fell in love with it. Cheating on our girlfriends had become a game, the thrill of having a sense of camaraderie, a shared secret that incriminated us both and a competition to see who could get away with the most had taken hold and resulted in us both striving to achieve the more outlandish stories to tell the other. Having broken up with my girlfriend the thrill was gone and sex had lost that buzz factor it once held.

im just gonna start drinking

drinking dulls the senses/existence
probably the closest I can get to dying without dying