Nights

February 1, 2016

Writing at night is the only way that I can write now.  The house is too noisy during day.  Life is stressful dealing with my agent and my attendants.  One night a week I go to the strip club to escape life.  Gorgeous naked women say my name and talk to me while rubbing their breasts on my head.  They rub their buttocks on my boney knees, smiling at me. For three hours I can enjoy being a man, escaping my hectic life.

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