The Diary of a Viagra Fiend
Chapter One
"Have you tried it?" he asks. I look up from my desk to find a middle-aged friend leaning toward me conspiratorially, his face an odd combination of deadly seriousness and abject glee. "Viagra...have you tried it?"
Christ.
Earlier today, I made a lame joke about Viagra. A coworker walking by snarked an offhand comment about the droopiness of a floral arrangement on my desk, and I jokingly suggested dropping a Viagra in the vase to "perk things up" a bit. I expected to hear a courtesy chuckle as he walked away, but I didn't. And now here he is, lurking ominously over me, essentially asking me if I have trouble getting it up.
"No!" I finally say defensively.
Why would I have tried it? That stuff is for old men whose spouses sleep in the spare room. I'm a virile, healthy, 29-year-old American male. Sure, there has been a time or two when, for reasons ranging from lack of interest to methamphetamine, little Tyson hadn't quite been ready to get in the ring when the bell rang. But that happens to everybody, right? Okay, yeah, so I recently acquired a 19-year-old girlfriend (let's call her "Lolita") and ... read full excerpt from: Diary of a Viagra Fiend ebook