Musette is hungry. I retrieve a Skittle pack and Baby Ruth from the laundry room vending machine - a small kill.
We must survive to New York.
Earlier today we went to a bar that has a barbecue grill out front. We got chicken wings, brisket, and some coleslaw. I got a whiskey with a coke back and Musette got a beer called Hairy Eye. The waitress was nice and she looked good. I wanted to tip her a lot of money.
I drank most of the beer.
All I could think about the whole time we were there was Leora and Paul. I had to go to work just as Paul was starting to rub Leora on the couch. I almost didn’t make it. I had to take a thirty second shower. I just got my espresso. I had to masturbate to the prospect of them having sex.
A person can change every ninety seconds. You've got to keep your eyes on your Sims. It’s the Piccadilly way.
I get home and turn the feed back on. Leora is nowhere to be found. Paul is on the couch in his underwear, skimming through his little yellow book.
I look at him and ask how I am not myself.
The director walks in.
He tells Paul that he’s gotta get his dick sucked on the 405.
Let's get a camera in the car; he says. Add it to the expansion; charge extra; throw in a nudity alarm.