Boozehound Returns


Leonard won’t leave. The days of boozing and smoking in the heart of Austin’s boozehound district are long gone. Folks gotta grow up. I’m like one of the kids in the Toys R US commercial who doesn’t wanna grow up. I guess Leonard heard my thoughts. Only he would. Of all the people to invade my deepest thoughts and pleasures, it had to be him. Damn Leonard! Continue reading


BOOZEHOUND Excerpt: F*cked Up

I’m pissed. I wanted to fuck, and know I had my chance with her. But Leonard, that old piece of shit, ruined my erection after generously sharing that his foreskin hung two inches over his german helmet. Not only were we witnesses to his perverted tales–we were witnesses to his racist ass. He offered to pull it out and show us if we didn’t believe. yes, I was way passed shame and embarrassment knowing Leonard. For a minute, I could swear the whole bar is silent, watching us, as if they hear Leonard’s ass.
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