Brief excerpt found in J Mascis’ diary: Week of November 9, 2003.
Sunday I look down at my prick. I say to myself, “My, what a sweet and lovely thing.” Monday I see it in the mirror and I can’t help but be kind of disappointed. Tuesday I peek in on my prick in the middle of lunch. My colleague notices. He says nothing.
Wednesday It is still there.
Later on Wednesday I have been watching porn. I decide that the pornstars’ pricks are not even that much bigger than mine. Thursday Fuck. What’s the word for the tip of the prick? It’s a funny word, like, flange, or... I can’t remember.
Friday It’s rather pink. Saturday I look down at my prick. I ask myself, “Where did it go?”
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