Women do not want men who introduce themselves wanting to get to know them better and confess they just got out of prison. Not every woman wants a bad boy. Either they can’t be serious or they’re the biggest idiots on planet earth. Good women can’t find good guys just ones pretending to be and they turn out to be narcissist. Finding a good man these days are like finding a needle in a haystack especially a haystack set on fire.

I,m writing this note as my final confession before my death which is due to occur soon. I’m a 69 year old man who’s lived a comfortable life though I reside below at poor limited month to month standard style.
My death is coming sooner due to a rush of adreladine a spike of high blood pressure due to my last experience. And I must admit if I am to go I’m leaving peacefully. I went to the deli to pick up my morning coffee, was talking to the store owner about my problem openly. At my age I was going through an erection Al malfunction and was down as I couldn’t perform. The dude was very comforting and understanding praising me and making me feel somewhat uplifted. He gave me my coffee and I left thanking him. I stepped out of the store and at the corner waiting on the light this white van stopped right in front of me. The side door opened and I was pushed inside by these two guys with masks. They sounded young but they were strong. I felt one grab me from behind and covered my mouth and nose I sniffed an awkward aroma and klonked out.
As I awake I come to gradually I see a group of kids, looks like a party they’re talking and laughing. I realize there’s no music, no this isn’t a party. I’m t****** and I’m completely naked and them being there is obvious that these kids are a part of a group of scammers. I don’t know exactly how to feel. I’m too old for this type of drama.
This taller guy comes in with a long thin stick with a white tip. My head wonders. The kids laughter rises.
The man explains to the kids that this is a special occurrence because this man unlike the others is older and if you look and he points at my d*** with this tip and sais. It’s dead. He suffers from ED. Erectional Dysfunction he called it.
This man is coming to near death due to his hypertension and kidney failure. We’re going to give him a ride of his life, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He lifted my d*** wth the stick. Then he said He’d be right back.
Two of the girls came over and each sat by one of my sides. One started massaging my n****** as the other did the same with my d*** as the boys talked and laughed. The guy came back and handed the girl feeling me up on my d*** a small flat can and told her to rub me with some of it. He said it was a home made remedy of that powder in the box you put in the refridgerator with honey and cinnamon some other item and a little black pepper, sorry my brain doesn’t remember certain things when listed.
In any event within minutes I started feeling the burning of Vicks vapor rub and it started to recognize her touch. And it began to wake up. I always felt the n***** massage and it begun to mix in with the penil touch. I was being aroused and started to confuse the illegal touching with gratification. Being molested versus enjoying the forbidden acts. Was I being humiliated, made fun of or what, damn I liked this stuff being done to me. But it also felt out of place I was in a complete quagmire. As time kept elapsing I noticed other kids were arriving some even younger which really made me uncomfortable. This place whatever/wherever was designed as a place to hold men down for hours or days. I could hear some of the young ones (another one, this time older hum,)one said to the other. After a couple of hours the girls graduated by each one making me come.
The dude came back and covered me like before and I woke up in the van dressed as if I had dreamt the whole thing. One of the guys said hey old man, you snore get a cpap. They opened the door and left me off right on the corner they picked me up at, the other guy gave me a small bag. I got home and sat down to think about that crazy experience. What a dream we never left that corner? I opened the bag my coffee yes, wait what was this a canteen I opened it and got a whiff of Vicks vapor rub with a mixture of things and a small picture of a large group of kids and behind it written it reads. Good luck old man we’re gonna miss you, you rock dude, KEEP IT UP!!!