Alemão
It had been yet another rough nite. I sat at the funk party until three in the morning, observing everything and at the same time nothing. Some women tried to approach, exchange glances, start a conversation, but it was all in vain. I had tried to reconnect with something, anything, but even my body wouldn't respond. The blood didn't heat up, the desire didn't come. It was as if something inside me had been turned off forever. The truth was, I couldn't get erect for any other woman, damn it, I couldn't even get it up, she had taken even that from me, I couldn't even have s*x, not even that.
After three, I got up, aimlessly, and went to the post. If I couldn't sleep, at least I could work. I spent the rest of the early morning clearing all the week's tasks, organizing the ins and o
