This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

You know Axl got a few things right.

Don’t damn me when I speak a piece of my mind
‘Cause silence isn’t golden when I’m holding it inside
I’ve been where I have been and I’ve seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper ’cause it’s all a part of me
Be it a song or casual conversation
To hold my tongue speaks of quiet reservations
Your words once heard they can place you in a faction
My words may disturb but at least there’s a reaction
Ooh-yeah, ooh-ooh-yeah

Sometimes I wanna kill, sometimes I wanna die
Sometimes I wanna destroy, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I could get even, sometimes I could give up
Sometimes I could give, sometimes I never give a fuck
It’s only for a while, I hope you understand
I never wanted this to happen, didn’t want to be a man
So I hid inside my world, I took what I could find
I cried when I was lonely, I fell down when I was blind
Don’t damn me when I speak a piece of my mind
‘Cause silence isn’t golden when I’m holding it inside
I’ve been where I have been and I’ve seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper ’cause it’s all a part of me
How can I ever satisfy you?
And how can I ever make you see
That deep inside we’re all somebody
And it don’t matter who you wanna be?
But now I gotta smile I hope you comprehend
For this man can say it happened ’cause this child has been condemned
So I stepped into your world, I kicked you in the mind
And I’m the only witness to the nature of my crime
But look at what we’ve done to the innocent and young
Whoa, listen to who’s talking ’cause we’re not the only ones
The trash collected by the eyes and dumped into the brain
Said it tears into our conscious thoughts, you tell me, who’s to blame?
I know you don’t wanna hear me cryin’
And I know you don’t wanna hear me deny
That your satisfaction lies in your illusion
But your delusions are yours and not mine
We take for granted we know the whole story
We judge a book by its cover
And read what we want
Between selected lines
Don’t hail me and don’t idolize the ink
Or I’ve failed in my attentions, can you find the missing link?
Your only validation is living your own life
Vicarious existence is a fucking waste of time
So I send this song to the offended
I said what I meant and I’ve never pretended
As so many others do intending just to please
If I damned your point of view, could you turn the other cheek?
Don’t damn me when I speak a piece of my mind
‘Cause silence isn’t golden when I’m holding it inside
I’ve been where I have been and I’ve seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper ’cause it’s all a part of me
Don’t damn me
I said don’t damn me
I said don’t hail me
Don’t damn me
Smoke ’em if you got ’em
Alright! That sucked!

I understand everytime I hear this song, it truly is one of my favorite songs of all time.

If anyone reads this journal, just don’t damn me.

I was talking about genetics.  How is it we don’t get a DNA bump when we turn 18 that allows us to know this girl ain’t 18.

Oh how I miss Hannah Brannan. This woman was an 11 and she was 16 when I met her. I was 23. Thankfully her mother loved me.

Her mother put dinner for Thanksgiving and Christmas around my work schedule. 

We had a long conversation about life.

After that, Hannah was mine for the taking.

The first time I had no idea what her age was. All I knew was she had a perfect body. Even her feet were cute.  I hate feet.

We were on my bed and started making out, and then she pulled my cock out and started sucking me off.

When he had sex, I made love with that woman. I was slow at everything.  That’s whst having dinner should be. I went down on her for close to an hour every time we made love.  She returned the favor.

My sheets were soaking wet after we made love, squirter.

We made it 6 months.  What a six months.  I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my 100 years to this day. 

It’s because of the hormones that Incubi and Succubi crave the younger men and woman.

Such power and they don’t even know it.

I never fucked Hannah, I made love with her. There was no kink. There were two bodies intertwined in every sexaul position we could do using the Karma Sutra. 

That’s the thing, once I figured out I was an Incubus, I had time and took time to learn everything about making a woman orgasm. That’s what I feed on.

From what I understand we’re all, Incubi and Succubi, empathic amplifiers. What we take in, we have ways to give it out once we ramped it up. 

I never fucked a woman and she didn’t squirt all over.

And I fucked quite a few in my day, and one lucky lady will be my first in over 10 years. 

Now, I should probably tell the fucking story, no one will buy, but if this falls into other hands….

The last wife put a curse on me. If I can’t find one that I want, and I won’t have a one night stand. 

She was a witch and well practiced in giving curses. The last husband, he died from cancer. One dude she made him drink himself to death.

Like this fucking bitch knew what she was doing. Pathological liar and all.

Just don’t damn me, fuck me.