Forum Letter 10 MY NEW PLACE

Forum Letter 10 MY NEW PLACE
MY KIDS HAVE PUT ME IN A HOME. THEY CALL IT A RETIREMENT COMMUNITY, BUT DAMMIT IT IS AN OLD FOLKS HOME.

MOST OF THE PEOPLE HERE SMELL LIKE URINE. I WONDER IF I SMELL LIKE URINE TOO.

AT NIGHT WE PLAY GAMES. SOMETIMES WE EVEN HAVE A DANCE. THERE ARE LOTS OF WOMEN HERE. MOST OF THE OTHER MEN ARE DEAD SO I GET MY PICK USUALLY. ONE WOMAN LOOKS A LITTLE LIKE JANE MANSFIELD. MY NEW FRIEND WALTER SAYS THAT SHE USED TO BE A DOCTOR'S WIFE.

I WAS DANCING WITH JANE MANSFIELD AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT SOMETHING WAS HAPPENING IN MY PANTS. IT HAD BEEN MONTHS FOR ME SINCE MY LAST ERECTION. USUALLY THE DANG THING DOESN'T WORK.

WHEN THE DANCE WAS OVER JANE TOLD ME TO STOP BY HER ROOM. BEFORE HEADING OVER, I TALKED TO WALTER. AROUND THESE PARTS THEY TRADE VIAGRA LIKE WE TRADED LUCKY STRIKES IN THE WAR. I HAD TO PROMISE A WEEKS WORTH OF DESSERTS TO HENRY THE DIABETIC IN ORDER TO SCORE A BLUE PILL.

I TOOK THAT PILL AND WENT UP TO JANES ROOM. I HADN'T MADE LOVE TO A WOMAN SINCE MY GRACE PASSED IN 2002. MY BACK ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE BUT I GOT THE JOB DONE.

A FEW DAYS LATER I STARTED TO ITCHING. THE ORDERLY SAID THAT MORE THAN 10 PEOPLE IN THE COMMUNITY HAVE CRABS. HE GAVE ME SOME LICE SHAMPOO AND A COMB.

SIGNED SOFTSHELL FROM BALTIMORE