Fiction: This is not my best creative writing, but I want you to love it.

 

What kind of pervert is he?   He'd jack off to a picture of iceberg lettuce.   

He doesn't stop when there's company.   He's a terrible person and unbelievable fertile.   He could repopulate the world with sociopaths like himself.   And he's well liked on the party circuit.   Who says drugs are a bad thing?

I miss the dude, had a heart defect and he coked his ass to death deliberately.   In trouble.  Not like going to jail, but his network was going down, and his way of life, jerking off and fucking more than normal, exponentially, was devastating.  He was quietly devastated.  Went out quietly, leaving his remains to the nurse who let him use her apartment in exchange for reliable abundant sex on demand. There were problems everyone was noticing, such as scarcities.  Also diseases were spreading like red wine on a gingham table cloth.  

Most important, he and I, not exactly but near enough, shared a gene or two.  For being very complex and anti-orthodox.   With large libido.   He lived fast and croaked at 35.    I changed speed too many times to count and don't have congenital heart disease.   How fucked.