100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (I’ll never look listen to Bon Jovi the same again. And I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing)

I’ll never look listen to Bon Jovi the same again. And I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.

Enter into part III Of a Safe Place In The Mourning Calm I Dare YA! ;) (C) 1999, 2017


'You promise me heaven, then put me through Hell'-John BonJovi's voice echoed through my mind. Like throwing a rock into water and rippling through memories of you. They had their bare chest exposed and were rubbing nipple to nipple together as they girated at their waist. Mamasan began clapping in sinc with the beat. The others followed and cheered in glee. I took quick gupls and tried vainly to shake off the bad taste. The room slowly got out of focus. Looked like a bubble expanding small to big back to small. Every couple of seconds it got back into focus. They pulled down each others dresses and undergarments and started kissing each other.
'The damage is done.' Bon Jovi sang. I told you to slow down.' Mamasan seductively turned my head and she lifts up her blouse exposing her bare breast.

'The damage is done.' That damn line lingered in my mind. The only thing I could remember. I’ll never look listen to Bon Jovi the same again. And I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. The room was very small. I don’t know how I got here. This was a different woman. She was a bit short. A firm figure. She dismounted me. Put her clothes on and said, “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” She had a thicker Hangul accent. Barely understood her. The bed was soft. The sheets were sticky. Oh my God. What if I have Black Syphilis? Where’s my money? I checked my pockets. I still had the money I left with, two thousand Wan. That’s about twenty American dollars. Had a half a pack of cigarettes left (Omar Shariff cigarettes). There were no windows. My clothes were neatly folded on the floor. The door was locked from the outside. The only thing in this small room was a bed. On the ceiling there was a large mirror. I chained smoked five cigarettes in a row wondering what fate awaited me.


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