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Part 1: Journal entry 23.

I picked up Jamila from prison yesterday.

It was a quiet ride. I wanted to drop the bitch off quickly as possible. I was shaking most of the way back, and desperately needing a massive hit of crack.

But, before i could drop her off.

 The stupid tranny whore, asked me to take her to a beauty salon, nail shop, and a very expensive restaurant. 

I was extremely pissed. The whole fucking ordeal took about 5 and a half hours.

We’re flying to Thailand in the morning, and  I really wanted to get high, and bang around with a few sluts, before we left.

Jamila’s going to have sexual reassignment surgery, and her boyfriend asked me to accompany her.

so, Once I finally took her home, I decided to go to Harry’s bar, take in a few drinks, and finally smoke some crack.

I still needed to pack, and get my affairs in order at home.

I needed some action before leaving, so I hit  Harry’s bar, got a little drunk, And left soon after, seeking out some excitement.

You see, a typical night for me, consisted of cheap vodka, banging 7 gram rocks, and a variety of violent outbursts, on ugly inexpensive prostitutes.

This night was no different.

I met a girl named brandy after i left the bar. 

She was around 26, white, and had a really nice rack. 

She was standing alone at a bus stop, about 3 blocks away from the bar. She was obviously a hooker.

She was wearing a tight burgundy dress, and black, and gold pumps. 

I got out the car, and asked her 

“how much for a blow job”

She answered “20 for head, and 20 for sex”

We talked for a bit, and decided to leave, go get some crack, and head back to my place.

I paid her $40 in advance, and we both got inside the car.

On the way home, I stopped by the ghetto, met with my dealer, and purchase 64 rocks, for $1480

We smoked a few in the car, and decided to save the rest for later.

We pulled up to my house around 10 30.

My place wasn’t special. A 3 bedroom, 2 bath, Victorian styled house
On the out skirts of town. I have a large backyard, and a underground basement.

As soon as we walked in, I took off my jacket, and flamed up a rock.

Brandy hit the pipe after me, and we quickly started kissing.

I pulled out my johnson, and told her to suck.

She did. 

I slid my semi hard penis down her throat, and lit up another rock.

Blowing out the smoke, as she slurped away at my half Black, and half Cuban anaconda. It felt good for a bit, but then I felt my dick begin to go soft.

So, I pulled her by the hair, and said

“bitch take off your fucking clothes, right the fuck now” 

Let me say before I continue, 

I really am a nice person; but crack rock, makes me very pushy, and extremely aggressive. 

Brandy took off her clothes, and tried to kiss me again.

I moved my face out the way, smacked the hooker across the mouth, and told her to get on all fours.

Brandy, looked up at me and said “what the fuck?

Douglas, you’re crazy.

I didn’t agree to this, i don’t like rough housing. I think I’ll be leaving now”
 
Brandy’s response, completely enraged me. 

I remembered thinking, “this fucking bitch” “take my $40, smoke my shit, and wants to leave? Fuck no!

I grabbed her hair, and replied

“bitch, you’re not going anywhere, you’re my personal bitch toy.”

I slapped her across the face with my limp horse dick, and threw her on the floor.

She yelled loudly, and tried to get away.

I grabbed her by her legs, and drug her across the room to my basement.

I threw her down the stairs, and walked over to her.

I picked up a pool stick, and hit her across the face hard at least 4 times. 

By the last whack to her noggin, the bitch was down for the count.

I handcuffed her, on her back, her arms above her head, to a concrete support beam.

As she lay there unconscious, the other girl I kept in a large metal kennel, looked at me, but stayed quiet. 

I guess I should stop here. Brandy isn’t the 1st bitch I’ve done this with.

I’ve picked up, and beat the shit out of prostitutes before. 

It’s a way for me to get rid of my daily frustrations.

You see, my fucking dick won’t stay hard for more than 10 minutes.

So, I usually fuck with the whores as long as possible, before loosing my erection, and going completely ape shit. 

I love viciously beating the shit out of prostitutes, and blaming them for my erectile disfunction.  

It might sound strange, but, i don’t really want to murder them.

I simply enjoy the thrill of them screaming, while i literally kick the shit out of their slutty little asses.

However, I did have to kill two bitches last year though. 

I pulled up on two blonde Russian girls, last October. 

One was fat, and out of shape; the other was thin, and had a really great butt; so, of course i picked up the fat one.

We tried over, and over to have sex, but my cock just wouldn’t stay hard.

So, i got angry; and beat the bitch.

Right before leaving, the dumb whore sat on the ground in the alley where i beat her, screaming, sobbing, and saying, that the girl she was standing with, gets all the license plates, of the guys that pick her up.

She said she was going to have her brother,(who was in the Russian mafia) kill me as soon as she got my address

Didn’t know if she was lying. But i couldn’t take the chance.

 I walked up and shot the bitch twice in the head.

I took her money, and left her in the alley.

I Then drove back to the spot, where I picked her up.

The thin girl was still standing there.

She was wearing  a tight leopard dress, and a black fur coat. If i did’nt have erection issues, I would have totally raped the hot bitch, right on the spot.

 Anyway,

I pulled up, rolled down the window, and said

“beautiful, how much for anal” 

the russian girl replied

“$25, for 15 minutes, any hole you want”

I remembered feeling gyped,

The fat bitch was charging $40 for vaginal, and $60 for ass.

That alone, made me angry enough to kill the whore.

(the bitch didn’t even notice my car) 

I looked at her in the eyes, smiled, and opened fire on the slut repeatedly from the car.

I then jumped out the car, and searched her purse. 

And just like the fat whore said; the bitch had a little blue book, filled with license plates numbers. I took the book, and fled the scene.

But that’s really a rarity .

 I normally just beat their Asses, hand them a couple thousand dollars, toss them a 50 bag of crack, and leave the scene. 

Most of them see it as part of the game, and never call the cops.

But I have better  plans for brandy.

from the moment I laid eyes on her. That’s why I brought her to my house. (which I really never do).

 I needed another toy, to fuck, degrade, and beat the dog shit out of.

Plus I was sick of Keisha, and wanted a new specimen.

Part 2: My Hot Life

You see, i securely kept a 22 year old illegal alien, Keisha ; locked down in my basement.

I loved her from the 1st time I saw her.

We met at Harry’s bar, 4 years ago. 

She was young, and very afraid.
(She was a beauty then) now she’s a hot fucking mess.

Her breast are small, and saggy, and Her teeth are all rotted out from doing meth, and banging out rocks.

She’s Somalian, very skinny, and has a large, smelly, and hairless pussy. I cut the hair on her head bald, while I was drunk one night, so, now, she looks all tribal and shit. 
Like a jungle woman or something. It’s really an ugly sight.

She moved in two years ago, and I have wildly abused her ever since.

I use to let her sleep, and live in the house with me, but now, i treat her like the fucking Somalian dog she is.

I now make Keisha live her days out solely in my basement.
 
She sleeps in a canine cage.

She loved to let me piss on her, call her names, and make her eat smelly wet goat shit.

I’ve turned her into a massive crack whore, and she does anything i want, as long as I feed her dope addiction.

She would sometimes come along on my nightly prostitute attacks; either to watch for cops, or to take part in the festivities.

She was my loyal subject. A disposable nothing, in Douglas’s sick, sick world.
 
I’ll be the 1st to admit, I’m a coward.
I’d never attempt such a thing on another man.

You see, my father beat me when I was younger.

He, and my grandfather “poppa Wilson” repeatedly kicked my fucking ass, and raped my butt, from 7-14. 
  
You know, It’s really quite funny. 

I was once a cop. I became a cop, to help arrest people that mistreated women, and children.

But, i was shot in the ear, about 20 years ago, and forced to leave the department. 

After 22 years, the department handed me a very polite fuck you, and a cheap fucking watch. 

Since I was a canine officer, I’d occasionally help train the new canine dogs;

but they only got a new batch of puppies, every 6-8 years.

So, out of work, and pissed off, I became angry at the world. I have no wife, no kids, (my mother re-married, and has her own life) and my father, and grandfather, both died in jail, while serving time for abusing me.

My half brother Keisto, is in jail, and my half sister Sasha, has aids, from a bad blood transfusion, she got in 1986.

So as you can see, my life’s pretty fucked. 

The only thing I had, was that motherfucking job.

So, to keep from going completely crazy, and for steady income, I took a job working for a very rich woman, who I loved, but never acted on my feelings. I drove her around, and provided security for her and her husband.  

To make a long story short, she divorced her husband, and married some young punk. 

My boss; Justin. 

She died 8 years ago,  but i continue to work for her new husband, and his transsexual lover. That’s the bitch i picked up from prison earlier. 

They both went to jail 6 years ago, the tranny got out, but Justin is still inside. His charges were a bit more harsh, and it will be a while before he comes home.

I look after his properties, and meet with his lawyers; and since his tranny’s home, I’ll be taking care of her too.

Justin’s a real dick.