t happened on a hot Friday evening this summer. I had just returned home from an afternoon at the gym, followed by happy hour with a few buddies (they weren’t at the gym because they have “real” jobs, instead of pillaging you faggots for cash like yours truly- sucks for them, haha). I arrived home a little buzzed from the flowing happy hour drinks, feeling that innate need in my Dominant soul to crush some fag wallets. Since I still had a few hours before meeting a different group of friends ...