From The Editor

Note to the reader:
Just days before press our colleague Matt Stroud checked himself in to rehab for reasons unknown to us at Deek. In light of his absence this month’s letter from the editor is by our Chief Pro Tempore, Bones van Peeblez.

I got a call the other day as I’m working over this tiny Italian girl in my apartment. She’s no looker really, but she more than makes up for it with a Kegel-exercize enhanced vagina the likes of which I have never known before, at least since back when I was fucking... I forget. “Stroud got fucked up” they tell me. They don’t know how or why, but he called Deek HQ and said he needed some time to “sort things out.” I pulled the girl down from the stove and unlocked her. 10 bucks says Stroud’s drunk, off in some cabin in the middle of nowhere acting like he’s trying to sober up. They said they needed help and that Nate was essentially useless. They were right and I won’t go into details.

So now allow me to explain this issue, if I may dabble in the fine art of expositioning. It’s called The Detox Incident. I got the draft Stroud was working on and edited it some.

His:

Gentle readers:

The purpose of this issue is to determine what solutions work when you need to kill any compulsion, dependence or infatuation. It is our heartfelt intention to analyze what it means to face an overt, challenging addiction, and what it means to give up something you love, or once loved, to better yourself. Sure, we’ve thrown some material into the mix regarding drugs, and typically ridiculous/mind-boggling Deek musings, but the main question is this:

What does it mean to stop, cold? And is quitting always the best solution?

Damned if we know.

With patience and serenity,

Stroud
Editor-in-Chief

Mine:

Gentle readers:

The purpose of this issue is to determine what solutions work when you need to kill any compulsion, dependence or infatuation with my cock. It is our heartfelt intention to analyze what it means to face an overt, challenging addiction to my cock, and what it means to give up something you love, or once loved, to better yourself. Sure, we’ve thrown some material into the mix regarding drugs, my hard cock, and typically ridiculous/mind-boggling Deek musings, but the main question is this:

What does it mean to stop my sperm cannon, cold? And is quitting my dick always the best solution?

Damned if we know.

With patience and serenity,

Stroud
Editor-in-Chief

There. Better.

I saw, I conquered, I came.

In Deek’s face.

Yeah. Tell Stroud what you think.
words@deekmagazine.com

Bones VanPeeblez
Editor P-T