It has been an hour since I sat down to write my story. Since then, I have been standing up and walking around like a teenager who just had a blowjob offer.
A voice started talking in my head.
"Remember the titties, Amir. Remember the titties."
Yes. I remember the titties. Such promise, such elaboration. Such illusion, for such a small point.
Take a deep breath. Relax. Curb your enthusiasm, Amir. One step at a time.
I am so fucking cool.