San Diego - Bread Crumbs 1

Saturday - 3:00 PM

Tony sat in his one room apartment and ate a bologna sandwich. One packet of bologna cost him $2.00. There were ten slices of bologna in the package. The loaf of bread cost him $1.00. There were eighteen slices of bread in the loaf. For $3.00, Tony had managed to purchase enough food to get him through the next three days. Granted, he would eventually acquire scurvy if he stuck to this diet for too long, but in the meantime he had found an efficient way to keep moving.
"Just keep your head down and keep trucking," he thought to himself. It was the latest adage which, not so unlike the steady diet of bologna sandwiches, he had been using for sustenance.

The apartment manager had given him a recliner and this had promptly become Tony's throne. He held court everyday, from noon until 3 PM, but more on this later. Tony would normally rise at about 11:00 AM, drink a cup of coffee, and peruse the classified ads in the local newspaper.

"Hi, I'm calling about the job in the paper," he would ask robotically. He had learned to distance himself in the process of reaching out. It was important for him to distance himself, to prevent himself from getting discouraged or feeling low. It was easier to forget the "no, sorry, the position has been filled" or "sorry, we need someone who has experience," when he was a machine.

Tony would feel validated after trying for about an hour. It had become his purgatory before he would ascend to his throne at noon. He would eat his bologna sandwich and play with himself over the course of the next three hours, sometimes climaxing as many as four times. Those were usually the days when his court would involve some blonde haired beauty who had taken a turn for the worse.

Her entrance would normally be something along the lines of "My Girlfriend is a Stripper," "My Girlfriend cheated on me my with my Father," or, if Tony was really lucky it would be "My Girlfriend has a Girlfriend."

The process had become something of an art for him. It started with finding the right kind of girl using the scepter in his left hand. He then would milk himself in rhythm to the contours of the show with his right hand.

He would lay in wait like a tiger hunting its pray, waiting for the moment when his target would do something, anything, that would help him visualize what he needed in order to achieve the perfect climax.

It would usually be a simple action, something that most people would disregard completely, but Tony had cultivated an eye for what was really important. A toss of the hair or a crossing of the legs could contain a depth of sensuality that was as boundless as his imagination. Like a runner in a relay, he would take this baton from life and sprint off with it, in whatever direction he chose.

Once Tony had realized that it was so much warmer to live inside than to be outside, he made the conscious decision to go through with it. After many years of discipline and practice, he had reached enlightenment.

He looked up from his bologna sandwich and stared at the wall clock.
"Shit," he thought to himself. It was 3:30, he had spent too much time at court and now he was late for his job. He stood up from his recliner and looked down at his shriveled member, glistening with dew. He rushed to the shower and began to frantically scrub his body down.

"Shit, shit, shit." He hissed to through gritted teeth. Hopping out of the shower, he toweled himself off.

Program begin
Step 1: Boxer shorts - $5.00 for a three pack at Marshalls.
Step 2: t-shirt - $10 for a three pack at Marshalls.
Step 3: Black pants - free, donated by his friend.
Step 4: White shirt - $4.50, Salvation Army.
Step 5: Tie, $2.00 - Salvation Army.
Step 6: Belt - present from his Mother.
Step 7: Black socks - unknown origin.
Step 8: Brown loafers - stolen from his Father's closet.
Program end

Before walking out the door, Tony glanced around his apartment. Recliner seated in front of a 12" television, twin mattress in one corner of the room, dresser in the other, small refrigerator, etc. Emotionless, he exited the room.

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