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Day 6 (Day 2 of NNN): This is no good. Who would do this to themselves for 30 whole days? Why am I so hot all the time? My head is killing me. Both of them. I'm so irritable I'm nearing the point of outright aggression. And no, when I shouted to that elderly woman who was taking too long to turn into a side street that I would "weld her to the fucking road" that WASN'T aggressive because I don't even have welding tools. You fucking idiots.

See what I talking about? I'm running hot and mean. I even respond positively to other people being aggressive to me. Some woman at Starbucks told me to "fuck off asshole" when I politely requested she "fucking move please" as I went to grab my drink off the counter. I nearly nut in the goddamn store. Apparently when I haven't busted in two days I develop a mild humiliation fetish. I never wanted to know that shit. I don't wanna see how bad that gets out Day 8. I could be reenacting the ass to ass scene from Requiem for a Dream but not for drugs, just for the love of the game.

I went to the beach hoping the cold air and sea breeze would cool me off. Unfortunately I had no luck because the Earth is dying and it's 70 degrees in November. Sorry - Parappa if you're reading this, it's 21 degrees in November. I took a quick dip in the ocean and felt instant frigid relief. I stayed in the water until I was shivering before drying off and shuffling back to my car.

The respite didn't last long. I didn't even make it home before I was horny again. I pulled off the highway into a rest stop, clutched the steering wheel as hard as I could and screamed at the top of my lungs. Over and over again until my face burned my hands to the touch. The inside of my throat might have been bleeding. I took slow, controlled breaths in an attempt to calm down, but got distracted by another man's blood curdling shriek to my right.

I rolled down my window, pointed at the man and shouted, "Hey shut the FUCK up!"
He locked eyes with me and replied, "No you shut the FUCK up!"
"I will fucking dropkick you into next week you weaselly little shit."
"I will force feed you so much fucking gravel, my dude. You fucked with the wrong motherfucker today."
"I think I fucked with a weak little bitch is what I think."
"Oh yeah? I have a fucking gun."
"Then fucking shoot me."
"Where do you want it, fucko?"
"Shoot me in my fucking head you twisted little cock."
"I'll fucking do it."
"Oh yeah, you sick fuck?"
"Come fucking find out."
"You better not be wasting my fucking time."
"I will honest to god execute you cartel style and run over your corpse sixteen times until you're nothing but a pink fucking paste."
"Great. Let's fucking go then," I said as I unclicked my seatbelt.

We both stepped out of our cars, instantly noticing one another's raging erections. We stopped dead in our tracks and stared for a few moments. "So... Day 2, huh?" I asked.
"Day 2," the other man let out a sad sigh.
"What's the longest you've made it?" I asked.
"This long. Got any tips?"
I shook my head. "I was... fully ready to die just now."
"I'm sorry, man. I don't have a gun," he admits.
"So what was the plan?"
"I was hoping you had a hidden knife and that you would stab me in the leg, severing my femoral artery causing all the blood in my penis to leave and spill onto the pavement where I'd hopefully bleed out and die."
I smacked my lips and exhaled mournfully. "I don't have a knife."

We sat in a heavy silence for a while. Eventually I said, "I think I'm... gonna get going."
"Yeah."
"Hey good luck with the whole month and stuff."
"Yeah."
"I hope someone stabs you to death at a different rest stop."
The horny stranger wiped away a single tear. "Yeah."

I don't know how it gets any worse from here.