A Candied Delight

Last evening I was feeling especially chipper; for a Monday evening, especially. I am not sure where this flooding of essence came from, I have not been with a woman in 27 years and 11 days.

I took to the veranda off the southwest side of my retirement community condominium to spy the traffic coming in and out of the local whore's condominium. I counted three men coming and going over a 4 hour span. I cannot say whether or not I would indulge if I were given the chance. I fear that my reduced physical capacities might prevent me from pleasing a woman, even a whore.

In 1961 Captain Hornish and I were furloughed in Buenos Aires for a long time, we had many idle hours with one another. We enjoyed evening beach runs and morning mojitos in the bathing tub. It was truly an enjoyable period of my life, that is, until he found out that he had impregnated a Thai ladyboy at some point over the course the past year and he had to go to Asia at once. That was the last time I saw Captain Hornish.

In any event, I am going to finish my beet salad now. I have garnished it with corn crackers and sweet beads. It should be delectable. I love you.