The Fisherman

It was a beautiful evening and for some reason, I don't know why exactly, I decided to shower and dress nicely before I went out and made a complete buffoon of myself. I don't usually mind embarrassing myself but it bothers others - So fuck 'em, I'll shed what scraps of dignity I have left in style.

I've amassed this collection of nice clothing that was picked out by previous girlfriends in their attempts to gentrify me for whatever reason. It itched the shit out of me but I would become so hopelessly whipped that I'd wear a sundress to impress their family and friends if it meant I was going to get laid.

So whenever I'm on the prowl I pick out something one of these jinnis manifested. It always appeared to me that if women sensed that I've committed to sharing my vital fluids with only one female they flock to me as if they have some primordial urge to take what shouldn't be theirs. So I occasionally dress the part and hope for the best.

Tonight the hot water was running especially hot. It felt re-energizing, especially on my tense and mangled back. I had not cherished it when I was younger. I closed my eyes and thought of all those times I could have lifted with my knees instead...