EVERYTHING BLUNTED

 

Rory had lost the lust in his loins. The fire…the drive…his flame was extinguished. Rory couldn’t roar anymore.

 

Pills were the cause, fuckin’ pharmaceuticals, gripped him by the testicles and sucked them dry, over time. 

It wasn’t Rory’s fault, but deep inside, he felt it just might be some whacked retribution for the countless extra-marital affairs he had conducted. But those were all behind him…not that he had a choice.

So he settled-in with Joyce, and they tried to make a life of it. Joyce grew apathetic with age and menopause, so there was no real tension between them, good or bad…sexual or otherwise. There was just a plain, dull, and painful resignation - a 'partnership’…coexistence.

The ‘painful’ aspects are dealt with pharmaceutically, as well, and, of course, they blunt the root. There is no cause...no effect. Everything blunted…isn't that what you wanted?

V