When I switched bodies with that redneck I swore to myself that I was going to try and make the best of the shitty situation and turn this life around. I mean, I still had  my mind, right? I figured I’d be able to do anything. Besides, he was a good ten years younger than me, I figured that shouldn’t waste them.

Well, here I am a year later–it turns out this body is a lot harder to control than my old one. I mean, I haven’t even been able to quit smoking–I thought that would be an easy one, and I still drink too much, but I can’t stop myself. I’ve tried landing decent jobs, but no one is willing to take a chance on someone someone who doesn’t even bother showering before the interview, so I’m still stuck working in construction. I’m horny all the time too. I jack off ten times a day, when I’m not having sex with random men off the street. We like to tell ourselves that our identities are in our heads, but its the habits of our bodies that really define us.