Special K: The Great Escape.

Well firstly I suppose I should be introduce myself, Special K here. Chad St. James has given me permission to be a regular blogger on THEQIT.com, so hopefully I won’t disappoint you. While I’ll be leaving Mr St. James to blogging about all the celebrity gossip and so on, I’ll be posting more opinion pieces and crap like that. Hopefully you enjoy what random thoughts I have to share and if not, feel more then free to voice your outrage and distaste. I’ll take it as a grain of salt, however Mr St. James might not. I guess rather then blabbering on, I suppose I should just write my first piece. So here goes nothing…

I came across this internet post about a guy who was photographed escaping during a Changchun anti-prostitution surprise inspection/raid.  April 26th, didn’t have class in the afternoon so I went to hang out with a friend, heard some noise outside the window, and at this time saw people running on the roof of the building across from us. Thinking that something was about to happen, I picked up my camera to observe and it was at this moment that the following scene happened. Only later did I find out that it was an anti-prostitution raid.

I couldn’t help but have a bit of a giggle at the photos (see more below) and it got me thinking about that awkward moment when you’ve picked up trade and suddenly discover you have to make the “Great Escape.” I’m sure many of you can relate to this, you know you’ve picked up trade gone back to their place, and what you hope was going to be fun romp in the sack turns terribly sour. Let me share a funny experience. One particular night, I was out clubbing getting my Kate Moss on (think about it) and feeling pretty damn confident, I walked up to this sexy potential, told them I thought they were cute etc, a few drinks later I was back at their place and well I’ll leave you to fill in the blanks.

We’re in the middle committing acts that Christians don’t dare think about and to my surprise the bedroom door swings wide open. As it turns out my current trade was in a relationship and their other half was very unimpressed (that’s an understatement.) Suddenly there I am swiftly sliding into my jeans and making my grand escape. As I’m standing out the front door I realise, I left my favourite pair of boxer shorts on the bedroom floor and within them my Kate Moss party tricks. I was faced with two choices, cut my losses and go or knock on the door with the hope I could retrieve my goodies. I chose the latter. I then found myself once more face to face with my trade’s partner, who when I tried to explain myself he started screaming and slammed the front door in my face. It was at that point I realised I had to cut my losses and go, not before committing an act of vandalism on their newly installed front door. Something I’m not proud of, but then to this day I still believe Kate Moss wouldn’t have put up with that crap without at least getting a little vengeance first. I have a few other great escape stories, one that includes an awkward conversation with a grandmother about the positions of homosexual sex, but I shall leave that story for another time.

Do you have any interesting “Great Escape” stories? If so I want to hear them.

In the mean time, this is Special K signing off.

Someone should have told his that prostitutes come with more risks then just STDs!