Dicks

I went a long walk last night after leaving the internet cafe. That's something I hadn't done in a long time. It's been wayt too long, actually.
It made me remember that no matter how shit I feel right now, there is one thing I am good at: Getting back up from the floor. At least when I am down there on the bottom I know where to go: up. When I am somewhere in the middle I get confused and distracted and quite frequently take wrong turns. And I haven't been on top of everything in a long time, so...
Anyway. After my walk I met Marcel. We talked a lot about penises and I drank lots of tap water with lemon and lime, which was somewhat comforting. Cause, oh, I am not drinking for a month, which is weird, because I do tend to soak my sorrows in lager and turn them into a driniking game. Not this time. Have to say, sometimes all it takes to cheer me up actually is a detailed conversation about dicks. Thank God for gay men.