Standing at the end-of-summer station, greeted by a dry wind. I returned to my hometown after two years. Well, I only made it to the nearest station; from there, it's a 15-minute drive. The bus comes once an hour. I couldn't walk, so I contacted my ex-boyfriend and he came to pick me up. After chatting about old times and arriving at his place, we had sex as a thank you. We were both sweaty, so we took a bath together before saying goodbye. Eating canned food and drinking canned beer, I got drunk on my own debauchery. Idly browsing my phone, I found some porn and started masturbating. After spending some crass and free time, I passed out. The next morning, I went for a walk by the sea and zoned out for three hours. Getting bored, on my way back home, I happened to run into yesterday's ex-boyfriend. We had sex again. After that, it was like a rerun—drinking, masturbating, passing out. Two rounds of sex and two rounds of masturbation, eight cans of beer. The only thing I brought back was the 24-color colored pencils that were in front of my room. Maybe I'll draw something when I get back to Tokyo.
