The problem is the only time when I start to get into the “zone” when I feel I want to f–k like an animal ….. is when the drink has just started to numb my body into cold insensibility, so I cannot gain any pleasure out of that f–king. Nothing new; since the first day I ever had sex with a floozie, this has been the problem; but it is getting worse, not better, as it takes more alcohol to get me into that “zone” than ever.
149 Having a third Stella here in the Dome; I find I am already becoming increasingly excited at the thought my return to Fifth Avenue is growing ever closer. This is why I travel. The beer goes down so much easier in the Rue d’Aerschot, and in Fifth Avenue, as I know I am right next to the half-naked floozies. How the proximity of a whore excites the blood of a man. A whole bar of them & whole road of them, even more so. So 205 already and still half my beer to finish here in the Dome. I am not behind yesterday at all, all of a sudden. Plus vite, monsieur, otherwise all the windows will be empty!