The Devil Took My Boner

I'm on vacation from thinking about the future.

Stressed about work and I couldn't get hard for her. She'll leave me. She'll leave me as I deserve to be left for a jobless man with a big hard cock. She was walking around naked and beautiful this morning. And I could have given it to her. Rigid and triumphant. But I had to work. I had to put my headphones in so she wouldn't hear my boss's voice.

Working like a maniac now. Leaving my job. Following my boss. Cleaning up 9 years at the old job. Tap dancing for the new job. My thoughts feel like bad speed. Gotta update my CV. The rich people word for resume, Curriculum Vitae. The course of your life. A bunch of bad jobs. She got fired. Her roommate's moving out. The future busting in the house like a South African land reclaimer with a machete.

We went to the farmers market. Sampled oranges. Ethically sourced chocolate. Later at home we watched The 3 Body Problem. Chinese They Live. Tomorrow was Monday. Work. I was thinking: you're stressed. It'll make you soft. Better not think about it Tacos. Better not think about it think about it think about it.

We made out on the couch while a Mexican woman with sheep fat DSLs was alleged to have created world changing technology. I took her to bed. I was on top of her and couldn't get hard. Just let go and be in the moment. But no. I'll never get hard again. I thought the forbidden thought. Now I'll think it every time. Never again give her the pulsing granite pipe she once knew. It could have held up a building. She'll leave me. Or not even-