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There are no birthdays in the Bible. And in modern times there is no cure for the common birthday…but there is a temporary cure for flaccid aging men. Unfortunately my pill dropped somewhere on the restaurant’s carpeted floor. And there I was screaming to fellow diners: Don’t anybody move!…

Towards the end of my marvelous birthday repast Saturday nite on the storied Moshulu, a 4-masted 110-year-old converted restaurant ship moored along Philadelphia’s never-to-be-completed Delaware River renaissance, I tried to sneak my one-and-only Viagra pill… but dropped it. But of … Continue reading

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Half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class. And when a man with high fever lacks mental balance these docs say he is delirious. Yet when he lacks mental balance without the fever, he is pronounced insane by those ‘smart’ doctors… Indeed, something’s making us crazy…

Maybe I wasn’t asking the right question. I mean, I called the drug store in deep throaty despair and asked the pharmacist to prepare some antibiotics for me. I was dying. Okay, so we’re all dying. But my death was … Continue reading

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Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it. Stress wilts everything, including my testosterone — which is so low I am practically transgendered. If Republicans have something better than Obamacare then put it out there. Otherwise our present health system is bloody damn horrendous….

During a physical my doc pushed his tortoise shell spectacles high on his expanding forehead, exhaled in that weary professional demeanor, and, while tapping  my medical file on his crossed knees, wondered if I was having any exacerbating problems? Hmm… … Continue reading

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I don’t mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that’s how it comes out. However, I am always being sincere, even if I don’t mean it. And now it’s Autumn: So let’s be colorful, shed our clothes and run naked thru Iran, Syria, Iraq, Kenya and the rest of that world where duh barbarians are killing women and children for idiotic dogma…

It took me no more than 5 seconds to utter my truculent, exasperated words to kindly Big Bruce at the gym early yesterday morning. And then immediately rue them for the rest of the day’s remaining 86,395 seconds. Bruce’s colorful … Continue reading

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Seduction is often difficult to distinguish from rape. In seduction, the rapist often bothers to buy a bottle of wine. Which, of course, I swig rapaciously. Just as I readily proffer myself to be raped by any female cabal. And then last weekend I laid back to enjoy the art of seduction. Indeed, a Kodak moment…

While the world was perched on the upcoming Syrian Armageddon last Sunday I was being seduced by an ex crack addict… who also happens to be bisexual. Is this so unusual? It’s one of my typical love stories. Or atypical.  … Continue reading

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People who don’t take risks generally make about two big mistakes a year. People who do take risks generally make about two big mistakes a year…Or so I’ve read. Then again, when I woke up this morning my overnight mischief asked me if I slept good. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I made a few mistakes…’

I couldn’t figure out how to operate the high tech washing machine among the plethora of intimidating high tech gadgetry in my new push-button apartment. After years of low-tech Laundromats this gleaming Whirlpool was almost beatific. Looks like something you … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday to me…Dying has got to be easier than aging. The mind is the second thing to go. And the first leaves me shooting pool with a rope. I always wanted to be 12 years old forever…

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? I have no bloody idea. In my bedroom the sheep are always running too scared for me to count them. Besides, age is the last thing I’m … Continue reading

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