31 Ejaculations: No. 19

I know the woman across the way sits in the darkness of her place and watches me.


Eric Bogosian
June 27, 2000 11:30PM (UTC)

So I'm walking around the apartment nude, my erection waving in front of me like a divining rod. It was sure to stay rock hard for a while, since I had about 14 rubber bands wrapped tightly around its base. I could see that the shaft was turning purple. Only problem was, now I needed something to shove up my a-hole. And finding it was mildly embarrassing, since I had to search all over the bungalow and I don't keep any curtains on my windows. I know the woman across the way sits in the darkness of her place and watches me. She works for an executive at a movie studio down in Culver City, so keeping an eye on me is probably the most fun she has all day. I should send her a bill.

I was on a mission. Find something longer than it was wide. Door handle, no good. Bicycle pump, too painful. Small vase, too wide. And then I remembered: old faithful ... vegetation. I mean, you really have to wonder why God made all these vegetables in the forms they take. And indeed, I was in luck: A bag of organic carrots was nestled behind a six-pack of soy milk on the bottom of the fridge. I selected a nice thick one and I was all set. A little vaseline daubed on for comfort and uhhhhhh! rock 'n' roll!

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Now I was in fine shape, looking good! Rubber bands strangling my dick, clothespins on my nipples, a freshly shaved head and a carrot up my ass. Time to get busy. A little Oil of Olay on the old helmet -- buff, buff, buff, bring it up to speed. Oh yeah. Feeling fresh. Get out that hash pipe packed with Maui bud. Um-hmm, here we go. Like a mallet beating a xylophone, that THC strokes up the cocaine percolating through my bloodstream. I'd try another hit right now, but shooting up with a carrot in your ass can be dangerous. So I take a sip of a Starbucks triple espresso. Gone cold, but I'm beyond temperature. Time to fly! Polish, polish, polish ... oh yeah ... memories coming up, dimly, faster, stronger: playing doctor behind the shed, getting pissed on for the first time ... And now ... oh yeah, where am I? Living room, get into the bathroom, quick! Oh yeah, oh yeah, there it is, the noose, my lover, over the door. The noose, the noose. Just get my smooth head in there. Quick, the train's coming into the station!!! Oh yeah, and nudge that carrot. Uh-huh. Here we go, coming, gonna come, get it tight around the neck, now DROP.

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Eric Bogosian

Eric Bogosian's new book is "Operation Nemesis: The Assassination Plot that Avenged the Armenian Genocide" (Little Brown). He is best known as a playwright, novelist and actor. He wrote and starred in the play, "Talk Radio" (NYSF - 1987; on Broadway starring Liev Schreiber- 2007), for which he was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize and the Tony award. For his film adaptation of the play, Bogosian received the Berlin Film Festival "Silver Bear." His six solo performances Off-Broadway between 1980 and 2000, (including "Drinking in America", "Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll" and "Wake Up and Smell the Coffee") received three Obie awards. In addition to "Talk Radio", Bogosian has written a number of full-length plays including "subUrbia" (LCT, Second Stage, also adapted to film), "Griller" (Goodman), "Red Angel" (Williamstown Theater Festival), "Humpty Dumpty" (The McCarter), 1+1 (New York Stage and Film). He is also the author of three novels, "Mall", "Wasted Beauty" and "Perforated Heart" and a novella, "Notes from Underground." He is a Guggenheim fellow.

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