Our Man in Europe: Part 54: The Dream

Part 54:   The Dream


Today? Au jourdhuis? Heute?.... My "dick" fell off.... There was no warning, no erogenous zone irritation/anticipation (see chapter: Test-tackles, part 11 of this blog-book), plus? -I hadnt had sex with myself FOR DAYS, nor with any one else for that matter, for months!

Still. I AM an Artist. I could take it in my, er...stride. I`m freelance. And answer ONLY to 1-800-frickin-God! Unlike most folks, having to show up (dick-less) at the factory or office, red-faced, wondering if anyone can tell the difference from the  (dick-attached) day before, foregoing wearing the usual black-spandex pants...and (again) foregoing the usual "pirouette"  every time the dinner bell gongs (whereby ones colleagues would notice an absent clump in the jock area... Still (again), and MEN not liking to be seperated - for any great length of time from handling - their "dicks"....I resolve to carry it around in my right hand.....so greeting people is a bit of a bother. I put it in my left hand and extend my now free-right hand, in greeting....which, alas, is met with complete dismay!....(?)

Still, (again) it IS my Dick. And I AM an Artist, which is a giant leap forward from Vincent Van Gogh with his pesky Ear! -though I DO/can see..."Vinnie" hanging out at the (Arles) Brasserie patio with his groupies, holding out his detached Ear....to the mouths of the babes, and saying: "LOUDER! LOUDER!"

.....Cant pull THAT stunt with a Dick, of course.

(Or maybe you can?.... "Speak into the microphone, Sweetie!")

Thank God it was just a Dream.

c 2011/May/our man in europe/dave delacroix/Munster/germany