I don't know

Good afternoon, good evening, wherever you are. I hope you have blue skies.

Welcome to the Other Lifestyle Podcast. I am your host, Jason, the vanilla behind as we talk about what I did this weekend. This podcast is for adults only. We'll be diving into adult and sexual topics with plenty of colorful language, so it is not safe for work. If you're under 18, this is not the place for you. This show is all about exploring the lifestyle and ethical non-monogamy, and it's open to everyone, no matter your background, gender, identity, expression, or your personal truth.

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We went to the Risqué Pulsify takeover this past weekend and it was awesome.

Risqué always puts on the best hands down my favorite dance party good djs good lighting we partied all night long the info for next year's event is available on the risque website risque lifestyle parties.com please come party with us next year the resort we stayed at was top notch have to give them kudos for. Something that matters a lot is the fucking air conditioners work in those hotel rooms.

I cannot tell you how many events we have gone to this summer and the air conditioner does not work in the room right. My brain and my body are still recovering because we partied hard and lived hard for three nights and I loved it. The next risque party will be in Baton Rouge. Halloween, my heathen friends, the very best swinger holiday. October 24th and 25th, 2025. 5. Get your tickets, RisquéLifestyleParties.com and party with us.

I remembered as I was talking about this, I did a whole episode about why Halloween is the best swinger holiday last year in case you missed it. Usually after we do events and parties and stuff, I walk away knowing exactly what I want to talk about for my next episode.

An idea is going to hit me and I think, yeah, I can run with this. Pulsified. I walked out of that son of a bitch with a bunch of ideas for episodes and stories, but those are not ready yet. Two of them, I will tell you fair warning, two of them are going to fucking suck hardcore. It's going to be those deep, heavy kind of episodes that I do all the fucking time that people seem to enjoy. It is going to make you question some shit. I'm saving those.

My wife said, I need to do another happy episode before I lose more of my audience. On the ride home, my wife and I were debriefing about the whole weekend, talking about shit that happened, talking about new people we met, and she asked me what I was going to talk about this week, and my only answer at the time was, I don't know.

So many ideas swirling around in my head, so many things that I want to bring to you and I want to talk about, and I can't hold on to them right now. I can't pick one out yet to share it with you, and that's okay. You come along with me for the ride every fucking week, and I appreciate you for it. I know my show is different, and I want it to be different. I don't do sexy stories or audio porn. I don't share stories from my personal archive often.

Though today, yes, I will share a new story with you. And look, if it takes you three days to finish an episode because you and your spouse stop and talk about a point I bring up, I love that. You don't have to agree with me either, okay? I've learned that since doing a podcast. I've met people who don't agree with me, how we operate, and what I say, and they're very vocal about it. It's okay. You're at least thinking about the topic. You're talking about it, which that's why I do this.

I did some heavy fucking episodes this summer. I crawled through my own personal self-inflicted hell this summer with flayed skin over salt flats, and I am proud to share that story. This weekend, there were a couple of people who came up to me, and they said, thank you. They said that I am not alone to comfort me, which means they're not alone. And let me tell you, it's okay to say, I don't know. It's okay to say, I need help. It's okay to say you're struggling.

It's okay to say, I don't know why I'm upset. I just am. And hopefully you have good friends who are there for you. I don't have answers. I don't have any answers to anything of any importance. I am a guy with a microphone rambling every week, giving back to the community in my own insignificant way. And that's okay with me. There is a power in the simple phrase, I don't know. You're allowed to say I don't know to a situation, to an offer,

to a drink, to a comforting hand, to another person. I don't know is power, and it gives you space to think. And look, no one should ever infringe upon you not knowing.

As I sit on my topics, I realized that I have never told you our origin story in detail. I've never shared it. Why? Because it's fucking sad. It's pathetic. It involves a grown man crying on a beach kind of situation. My wife doesn't like me to share it using certain verbiages because it is so sad. I am a walking fucking thesaurus and I can find the best word for any situation that will convey the strongest emotion I can.

I will refrain this week. I'm going to share it and you can draw your own conclusions. Our origin story is different. Our origin story gives you insight into how we operate. Origin stories are powerful in a lifestyle. Finding out why people do this, how they get into the lifestyle, can tell me so much about a person. Look, no one wants to fuck around with a couple that are trying to fix their marriage with swinging.

No one wants to fuck around with a couple where someone is forcing another person into this. Finding out how people came to this point in time, tells me a lot about who they are as people. It lets me know if we should proceed. And it's time to tell you who we are as people. Us, my wife and I. How did we get into the lifestyle? It is not the way most people do. It actually was not motivated by sex at all.

We didn't have any fantasies we were looking to fulfill. We never talked about threesomes or bringing in other people to our bedrooms. We got into this for friendships and connections in a social network, which is, I admit, a wild thought for some people. I know many swingers who operate in the space of not making friends with swingers, if that makes sense. People who dip in, get fucked, and bounce out.

They have their vanilla lives locked up tight, plenty of social connections over there, and they just want to have fun.

We aren't like that. I realize that now. I realize how important our friendships are, how tenuous, how fragile, how glorious, how beautiful the friendships we have made and the lifestyle are, and we would not have that if I had not said, I don't know. Our history. We met 20 some odd years ago in college. I think we just made 21 years on October 4th to get, no, yeah, October 4th, we'll make 21 years together. And we follow the life path of so many other people.

Go to college, graduate, get the jobs, get the house, think about having kids. That was us. The best example of this is our first house, our starter house. So fucking boring. We had beige and gray walls, those framed pictures of inspirational quotes on them. Now we live in a house where every room is a different color and we collect vintage toys.

I think on some level we were living someone else's life, walking through someone else's story and didn't know it at the time that it sucked as bad as it did. For me, I've never had a social circle before the lifestyle. As I've told you, I have one vanilla friend I've kept for 30 years since growing up. And as a kid, I never had close friends besides him. I think I always had trouble connecting with people and never wanted to let people in.

Plus, I grew up in the middle of fucking nowhere Louisiana. I did not get cable television until I was 16. Growing up in a small town, I was different. I knew that. I am the nerd. In the 90s back then, being the nerdy kid was a problem. It was a bad thing. You were relegated to being the smart kid that everyone wanted to copy off of and nobody wanted to talk to. Don't worry, friends. The story gets sadder. Then it gets better. We worked our asses off in our 20s. We had no social life.

My wife and I never really had friends in college either, so we didn't have a cohort of people to go through life with like others. It was me and her, man, just fighting the world, slamming away at corporate jobs that gave no fulfillment. We were following the advice of find a good job and stick with that fucking company no matter what bullshit they throw at you. No matter how many times the corporate overlords reject Passover and make you feel like shit.

You smile and their lying faces nod and just be a good worker. We did that. We did that a lot. We gave a lot to our jobs at the time and we don't even fucking work there anymore. That's a depressing thought and I learned my lesson on that one. We never formed close social connections at those jobs. We moved to a city after college where we knew no one. We had no family around because we went there because we needed jobs.

And look, I will be the asshole and tell you, 95% of the time, your co-workers are not your friends. They see your work mask. They know you based solely on the fact that you spend time with them every day. You can't be your real self with them. I did not go to a bar from about 23 to 35, just for reference. I think we went to one party that my wife's boss put on in all those years. It's depressing, I admit it. And here's a fact that I have learned from being in the lifestyle.

You don't realize how lonely you are until you have friends. You don't realize how much you missed out on until you have a social network. You don't know the fun other people are having on the other side of that swinging door. Oh, but Jason, you should have made friends. All right. Do you know how fucking hard it is to make new friends and acquaintances as an adult? People are naturally closed off everywhere. I'll give you an example.

My wife, the lovely angel she is. This past weekend, she gave compliments left, right, and center to everyone. Men and women, everybody. She would compliment bikinis or hairs or shoes. She is just a friendly, outgoing person. She complimented all the lifestyle folks that were at the hotel. At one point, we were in an elevator. Yes, a lot of fucking things happened in my life in elevators.

So standing in this elevator, I don't know, it was about five o'clock on Saturday, I think, me and my wife and there was another lifestyle couple in the elevator with us. This vanilla lady gets on the elevator and she's in a bridesmaid's dress, I guess. My wife, being the great, amazing person she is, tells this lady, like, oh, I really like your dress. It's very pretty. This bitch, the vanilla lady's reaction. Nothing. Just a simple thank you. No smile, no reaction.

Bitch, a random stranger gave you a fucking compliment. React. Smile. Something. That's the bullshit I'm talking about in the vanilla world. Anyway, calming down, continuing on. Look, we never had a social life before the lifestyle. We were busy doing all the things we felt like we had to do, not what we wanted to do. Fast forward a couple of years from that. This was a couple of years ago. Look, the timeline is shifty, okay?

We moved to a new city. We've been here five or six years at this point. We still had no local connections. Our families are all in different states. So again, it was just me and my wife fighting the world, doing our own thing every weekend. I can't tell you this. During that time, my house was immaculately maintained. I was like Hank Hill from King of the Hill. I would sit around and wait for shit to break so I could go fix it, because it gave me something to do.

Now I figure, fuck it, my gate has been broken for two months, and I am in no hurry to fix that bastard. If my choice is go on a sexy date or fix a gate, it's going to be the date every time. Fuck that gate.

But I will tell you the moment. All of this hit me. I became aware of the loneliness that was gnawing on my soul. We took a trip to the beach, very close to where Pulsify happened, actually, in December. Why December? Why did you go to the beach in December, Jason? Look, it's because it's fucking cheap and it's still hot in the south in December. We wanted to get away for a few days. We went to the beach. We got a room, did all the tourist shit during the day.

I love a fucking mini golf course and an arcade, y'all. That night, my wife was taking a shower. I went downstairs to sit on the beach and smoke a cigar. I enjoy a nice cigar. Sitting on the beach, my toes digging into the cold sand, I cut the tip of the scar and I slung it into the ocean. Maybe there's a fish out there who really likes nicotine. It's biodegradable. It's fine. I strike a match. The light is filling my hands with warmth and I puff on the cigar. I am at peace. The world is quiet.

Mostly. Walking towards me on the beach are a group of people. Seven or eight, I don't remember how many, but they're laughing together and I watch them out of the corner of my eye. These ungrateful sons of bitches are disturbing my silence like I am a grumpy troll curled up near the water. Being honest here, I don't know why or what or how. Some divine spark from the stars landed on my soul that night. At that moment, something stirred deep inside of me, and it fucking hurt.

It was like a rope of thorns wrapping around my heart. It was glass in my eyes. I'm looking at this, looking at this group of people here, and I realize I wanted that, and I couldn't, and I didn't have it. I wanted friends. I wanted to be part of a group like that, a group of people who are doing something, anything together and having fun. This is the part that sounds so depressing, and this is why my wife needs me to share this story like this, but I gotta be real.

It's my story, and my feelings, and my feelings are fucking valid. This group walked past me, and with them, pulling behind them, came this wave of loneliness that I had never felt. It was a new sensation. It was like scales falling off my eyes. My wife is my best friend. She is the love of my life. And when she is around, I am happy. But I realized the lack of socialness in my life. I cried. I was angry. I was crying from anger at God for what I perceived as this great void in my life.

What was so damn deficient in me that I couldn't have friends? What was my malfunction? I'm a planner. I'm an overanalyzer. The benefit of that is I know how to pull off impossible things when I need to. I knew what I wanted in that moment and I still want in that moment. I wanted friends to take a trip with. And look, it sounds so simple and pathetic to share. I get that. And if you've never been in this spot, you really don't understand it. But I know someone out there has.

Someone out there is in this spot. My dream is still to go on a beach trip with friends one day, which kind of did that at Pulsify. That's not it exactly. To go off on adventures with another couple, with friends, with a friend group, with a tribe. That's my dream, and it still is. Now, my wife, because she's amazing, likes to point out when I mention this, like, I've done it. But just because I've done it, well, it doesn't mean I stop wanting it.

Just because I've done it doesn't mean I don't want it again. Just because you hit a home run doesn't mean you stop playing baseball. I got up, I went to her room, and I jumped in the shower. The sadness had been replaced by determination, that wellspring of adrenaline to make something happen. This thought of wanting was running through my head and then thinking, okay, how do I pull this off? How the fuck do you make friends? How do people do this?

I was in my 30s realizing I potentially lacked this basic human skill. When you're little, you go to school. Forced interaction makes people friends who really shouldn't be friends. In college, you stumble upon people at a party. As an adult, man, it's lonely. Without hobbies or a reason to even leave the house. How the fuck do people do this? I got out of the shower. I was upset, and my wife could tell, and we talked. And I shared how I was feeling, and thankfully, she was supportive.

I told her that I want to make friends, damn it. which again sounds so pathetic and sad and I haven't got to the swinger part of the story yet. That night while my wife slept, I researched. Yes, I went on the internet and I looked up how to make friends. Google knows me, which is okay because I had a plan, damn it. First thing I learned, I needed a hobby. I needed a reason to get out of the house. Yes, confirmed.

What's next? What hobby is out there that could create a close-knit bond between people? Or I could enter or a existing friend group, right? My first idea was role-playing games, tabletop role-playing games. I dabbled in Dungeons and Dragons in high school because I'm a fucking nerd. Always had a soft spot for it. Yes, I thought, this has possibilities. We head home, and the next day I went to a local game store and decided, based on the smell, that this hobby was not for me.

I happened to go during a tournament of some sort. Lots of people in that room smelled. But I have a frame of reference now. I have been in rooms that have reeked of sex, pure primal passion. This was not that smell. This was body odor. This was no fucking shower for a couple of days kind of thing. It was unpleasant. And I left. The local game store was a bust. And my gym, my gym is no better. I've been going there for years and I've had exactly three conversations in that time.

I don't go to the gym to talk. I go there to punish my muscles. So that was out the fucking window too. As a millennial in my 30s at the time, I did what any other curious person would do. I went looking for an app, and I found them. Talked to my wife about it, my naive, innocent ass, thinking, well, this app over here advertises itself as a friend finder. That sounds legitimate, right? It wasn't. It's not, okay?

Any app that says they will help you find friends, that's codes for looking to hook up. I learned that. I need to stress at this point in the story, we were not looking for sex, and I'm totally honest about that. We didn't do this because anything was lacking in our sex life, or we wanted more, or we needed more.

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It was a slap in the face to realize that all of these apps they're dedicated to fucking that's okay i'm still rolling with the plan at this point this is just a small obstacle we can overcome, we talked about it and we did a little bit more digging we learned what no swap meant so we would always just pick that no swap and we're setting up our profiles i started to understand what the apps really were but damn it i was holding on to hope at this point to laugh at me we just wanted people

to go to dinner with on a Saturday night. Is that so much to ask of the universe? We went through a bunch of the apps. They all fucking suck. Lots of weird conversations, and admittedly, I was not well-versed in the world of texting and communicating. I maybe got one text message a month from my mother prior to the lifestyle. I get more text messages now. Don't worry about me. In a day, I get more messages than I did in a year before the lifestyle. Well, undeterred, I continued researching.

Maybe a week later, I stumbled upon a post on Reddit. The original poster was asking, how come it looks like swingers are always having so much fun? They're always having a blast, and they're going on boats and being topless, and this poster asked how they could experience that. And all the responses were, well, just be a swinger. Gonna be honest again, I turned up my nose at the idea of swinging. Uh-uh. In my mind at the time, that was a line too far.

At one point, we owned a hot tub, and I would always make jokes about it attracts swingers. One day, I'm going to go outside and find five swingers in my hot tub drinking margaritas doing freaky stuff. Yeah, I admit on some level it did excite me, but no, no, no, no, that was not right for us. Couldn't argue with the possibility of making friends, though. I learned that no swap, you know, that was a thing. We could potentially be a part of this community and be no swap.

This sounded like a good idea at time. At this point, we not really fully considered the sex side of the equation, because again, we didn't know any fucking better.

Finally, I made a profile on one of the paid sites because I learned all the free apps stucked in our local area. And I tried hard to with that. Okay, I tried. I made us an awesome profile. Lots of pictures of us having fun, sharing our interests and our hobbies. It did good. It was a lot. First week of having a profile on a paid site, we got propositioned hardcore. And I admit, I was not equipped to handle it. Every time we got a message,

I would go right into my wife and show her. Oh my God, someone's communicating. And then try to figure out how to respond. And being an honest person, I would tell these very unlucky people, and I'm sorry who reached out, we just aren't looking for sex right now. Yep, that's a nice picture of your wife's vagina, but we're just looking for friends. This is also when I learned about ghosting. Again, naive and innocent dumb Jason.

Really naive because we did not get tested when we started. I admit that. We did test a few months in. Yeah, we should have got tested before our first encounter. I know that now. I recommend that to everyone. Learn from my mistakes. We didn't catch anything, but it's better to know. If you need STI testing, I recommend STD Hero. They are an amazing lifestyle friendly company that I know will treat you right. Go to stdhero.com. Use my promo code TOL15 for 15% off your order.

We had a profile set up for about a month and out of the blue, a couple reached out. They said they were coming into town from another state and they were looking for restaurant recommendations. All right, innocent enough. And I still remember the day because my wife was at the spa getting a massage and I was picking her up and I was reading the messages in the car in the parking lot.

She gets in the car, I share the messages and we agreed to meet the couple for lunch on a Sunday afternoon at one of our favorite restaurants. I was honest with them. I told them we were no swap. We were just looking to meet new people. They were good with that. We went to lunch with them. They were nice. We had a good lunch and then they invited us back to their condo. We said, yes. Again, I was very clear. We're just looking to hang out. No funny business. They agreed. We go back to the condo.

And to their credit, they were educating us about swinging and the lifestyle. They did that. Happy they did that. I was on the fence, though, and I couldn't read my wife's thoughts in these moments. The other wife asked if we had thought about swapping. And I told her honestly that, yeah, we talked about it, but I don't know exactly where my wife's head is on it. I don't know where I am. This was way before my wife and I got better at communication. In hindsight.

Look, they were totally playing us as newbies. I know that now. It's not a bad thing, but we didn't know what the fuck we were doing, and we were not properly equipped for it. We're hanging out. Finally, the other wife just asked if we wanted to try it, and I said, I don't know. There's that very powerful phrase again. And she asked, well, why not? It's one of the weird moments that change our life, and yet don't fucking realize it.

There are seismic moments in your reality that shape everything that are completely silent. I think the most life-defining moments are the ones that you never know matter. The first time you have sex with a couple, the last time you have sex with a couple, the first time you flirt with another woman, the last text message you ever send someone. These little moments we don't realize exist and they matter. This was one of those moments a simple question that has shaped our life for

years. This was a seismic shift in our reality. And all I could do at this point is have a big, goofy, goofy grin of uncomfortableness on my face. We left. We went home. We talked. We were still very unsure about what to do. The other couple texted us and asked if we wanted to have dinner on Thursday night. So this was Sunday. They wanted to hang out again Thursday. And we said, okay, let's do dinner. Still the question of why not and the answer, I don't know, it lingered in the air all night.

The next morning, my wife comes into my office and apparently it was her turn to do the research. She started dropping jargon and lingo and words I had never heard before. She spent all night on the Swinger subreddit on reddit.com reading and learning and educating herself. That's what we did. That's why I encourage other people to go do that. Learn about this hobby before you decide if it's the right for you. I need you to read some fucking horror stories.

Ponder how you would handle these situations. Talk about it with your spouse. This is important. We texted the other couple and said, okay, we're in. Let's try it. The whole thing is still a blur in my brain. I don't know which one of us said yes first or second, actually. I can't tell you. Waiting for Thursday was one of the most stressful periods of my life. Pure fucking adrenaline. I didn't eat. I lost seven pounds in four days. So nervous. My wife? She was oddly fine.

Just, my wife is always amazing at home. Sparing all the sultry details, Thursday night in a condo on the beach, I was so damn nervous. We did one round full swap. Yes, our first time, we went fucking hard. Full swap separate room. As soon as it was done, I got dressed in a hurry. I was unaware that multiple rounds were a possibility in the lifestyle. I was unaware of a lot at that point. And that's kind of it.

We got fast food on the way home. That's our origin story. Our first encounter does not have a happy ending, though. I mistakenly thought that since we had sex, we were now friends. I've since learned that is not the case in the lifestyle. We chatted a bit after with that couple, but distance and the inevitable drifting apart just happens. I don't regret it at all. I learned a lot. We had more adventures.

I will tell you that first year was fucking rough. There were a lot of choices that we would not make right now. And honestly, I'm surprised we're still in this after that first year. That's our story. It's not sexy. It's not wild. It's because we wanted connection. We wanted friends. And even now for us, sex is not the supreme goal in all of this. I've gotten shit from other people about how we operate. Others operate from the perspective of sex first. Whatever happens after happens.

Look, I can't fucking do that. We talk to a lot of people at Pulsify, and it's actually split half and half. Some people just need a pretty smile, and others need to know the person first. They want more than just random sex. It would appear to outside observers and those who just want the fuckery that the people who want the connections are in the minority. Look, I'm going to tell you, we are not, okay? Based on a lot of conversations I have had with people, we are not.

And I don't know if it is just lip service to get into our pants, but I don't feel that.

The lifestyle is an opportunity for adults to make friends, which everyone is so damn desperate for. I see news stories all the time about the loneliness epidemic, not just in the states, but around the planet. The lifestyle is a hobby. I will call it a hobby. It is a way for people who have something in common to come together and meet each other. Whether that leads to sex or more or nothing, at least there is a community out there. Take it from someone who has been on the other side of lonely.

This community matters. This community is great. And yeah, there are shitty parts and there are shitty people. But I'm positive there are shitty Dungeons and Dragons players out there. I smelt them. This next bit of the story, the script, the recording. This part is for me, and you just get to listen. What would I tell myself if I could go back in time to sit next to Jason with thorns in his hearts on that beach all those years ago?

I would tell him I went back to the same beach years later, last weekend. I stood very close to the same spot where he sat. I would tell him about my adventures. I would be honest, because I always am. I would tell him about the balance of all things, between good times and bad moments, the price and the penance of joy. I want to sit next to him and light up my own cigar. With all the gravel and the power that I can put into my voice, he will learn. I would tell him that on a Friday night.

He would find comforting words from a friend in his hotel room at 11 o'clock at night. A friend who truly loves him for who he is. A friend that means the world to him. A friend who will talk him off a cliff and is so good he doesn't deserve his love. He will know the warmth of love in some moments and the bile of hard conversations in the others. With the sound of waves as our soundtrack I would share that he will find his tribe, dammit.

He will find his people. He will find people who love him and his wife for who they are and what they are and all they are. He will find people who do not judge, who care, who include them. People who want to be included in all of his adventures. People who will ride into hell to save him from himself. People who ask if he is okay every day. People who live so hard that they can tear reality. And people who will never turn them away.

I would tell him that he will be cradled on the chest of a naked woman in a bathrobe. In a room full of people who care about him. Who cheered when he walked into a room. I would tell him that he will question a lot. I will tell him that he misses a chance to kiss a beautiful woman. Because he is too bashful. He will hear how much he means to some people and how little he matters in the grand scheme of it all He will watch a friend dance with fire at 1 a.m.

In the morning on this very beach He will watch someone devour five pounds of seafood, He will curse God and will turn his back on the devil I will tell him that he will be propositioned, rejected, vilified, ignored, chastised, praised, and danced all in the same night. He needs to know that on a Saturday night he will hug a hundred people in pure joy. With tears in my eyes, I would tell him that he matters to at least one couple who are brave enough to join him for this party.

I would tell him that he is proud of his wife for standing in her own power in her own way. In between the beats of EDM music, there will be longing. I will tell him you're going to plunge into a freezing-ass cold pool, coming up sober and feeling more alive. I will tell him with a hand on his shoulder that he fulfilled a sexual fantasy he wanted for a long time. He will carry a beautiful sweaty woman around a dance floor.

He will see his wife float through a ballroom like the high priestess of a rave. He will be cheered as a hero and ignored in the same day. With a puff on the scar, the words would crawl out of my mouth that he will have fun at some point and not fun at others. He will meet amazing people. He will party till 3 a.m. and then watch the sun rise with people he may never see again. He will regret conversations and words and an hour later inspire someone to go dancing.

There will be words that need to be said, conversations that never happen. I would show him my right hand. And I would tell him that there is power in this hand. The power for a woman to pull away from your touch. Maybe forever. or the power to summon angels to his side with a wave. He will be the unwanted protector, the needed guardian, and the one that people walk away from. His world will change by the end of it and there is nothing you can do to stop

it. Bombs are coming, you beautiful bastard, and all you can do is put on sunglasses.

With another puff on the scar, I will tell him. I will tell him that he is a magnet pulling in the best people and pulling out the best in people. I will tell him he will kiss someone for the last time and dance between two feral goblins? I didn't kiss someone for the first time. He will live harder in three days than most people do in a year.

Looking to the ocean with a stare into the void of the darkness above the horizon, he needs to know that there will be endings and beginnings between sunrises. He will see neon colors swirl for hours. He will breathe a gasp of another's orgasm and the bitter air of anxiety. It's all just one weekend. Thank you. I will tell him that he is the nexus of mundane moments that echo through time. He is the center of a story that makes no sense. He is the unwilling and the unreliable narrator.

I will still tell him to take the ride. Go see what's on the other side and tell people this story. Tell him about the ghost of future Jason sitting next to him on the beach, whispering prophecy in his ear. My last words be to tell him that one day he will write down this story, and he will share it to the world.

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