It’s 3:30 AM, here on the island. I have not eaten solid food since dinner on Tuesday night. Try surviving on Jello and beef or chicken broth, and then you’ll know how terrible it is. In addition I had to drink an entire gallon of some terrible liquid–one eight-ounce glass every 30 minutes–all day today. I don’t think there is anything left in my intestines but air. Oh, boy ….
Well, I’ll undergo my colonoscopy tomorrow morning, and then I can eat whatever I want to. In the meantime, I’ll dream of rent boys ….
Yeah, I said rent boys, like the ones in the photos I have posted here. They aren’t too sophisticated, and sometimes they smell a bit stinky. But what do you want for fifty bucks? (We’re talking Central European prices here.) Half of them are straight, but they will handle penetration without complaining.
Oh, this guy to the left reminds me of my favorite rent boy in Berlin. He was from Poland and I cannot recall his name. He was a big, blond boy who never whined about anal sex. (Maybe I need to spend a summer in Berlin again.)
So, I’m a bit light-headed right now, but still in control of my mental faculties. I will pay a few more visits to the toilet before hitting the bed. And in the interim I’ll say thanks to all of you who visit this site on a regular basis. When I see how many people visit here every day, I’m reminded that my writing means something to somebody.
Have a great Thursday, friends.