THAT’S IT. YOU WANT to know what I got to look forward to? A hundred years looking at these four walls, if I live that long.
I never thought I was going to get elected President or nothing. But I didn’t figure I’d end up like this neither. My dick might as well get petrified and drop off, for all I need it now.
The other night, I can’t say which on account of they start to blend together, I’m laying there and I decide to count the times we done it. Starting with that time at the beach. Ending with a night at her condo. That was the last time.
You know what? It added up to fourteen. Fourteen times, total. Maybe two hours of fucking, max. And the part that kills me is, I can’t hardly remember anymore what was so great about it. I know it must’ve been. I used to say I’d die for it. But I can’t even remember what it felt like anymore.