Black Holes and Tequila.

Mosquito (family Culicidae), any of approximately 3,500 species of familiar insects in the fly order Diptera, are essential in public health because of the bloodsucking habits of the females.

Two on my upper thigh this morning. Bug bites. Four on my biceps. My blood provides the best of nutrients to the little bastards. Uncosnenual feeding. I’d probably agree to it if they would nudge me awake in the middle of the night to ask permission. 

"Do you mind?" The Buggy asked.

"Mind what?" 

"If I can feed off of you? My food stamps haven't hit yet, and you're so plump.”

"Do you even have a mouth?'

"Sure, I do. Look.”

"You sure that's not your cock?"

"It can be if you want." 

"Ew. Don't be gross. Well, suck away. Don't take too much, I need it."

Downtown Orlando’s streets are covered in three feet of thick snow. You've been warned repeatedly about it, aware of the danger, yet you keep forgetting to wear snow shoes. It's not safe anymore, not like how it was before. Then, you had control. Now? None. Where were you? Graffiti-covered bathrooms with floors glistening with piss to Moroccon bars deep in gentrified Kissimmee. What did you find there? A hole. Black and consuming. No memories or experiences.? No.

How are you now?

I'm ok. The bug bites itch, but at least they provide me with pleasure.