Here he is again at the computer, an older model. He's smoking a blunt and masturbating to videos onscreen at 3:12a.m. His wife asleep in the bedroom, unsatisfied, missing him. She no longer satisfies him, not for nothing, she is kinda hot, still. She still cares. She still wants him in the bedroom, dick raging red, hard, purple, and ready. Unsatisfied. He is unsatisfied with her, and the 18-year-old girl on the third floor he fucks after he convinces her stupid ass to play hookey.

Her ass is "stoopid." And the girl at his job he does it with in staircases, on lunch hours, in public bathrooms, he is unsatisfied with her too. Nope, he is not satisfied. He is thank God not satisfied either, by the gay dude who does his sister's hair.

But he meets him at hotels and he spends the night, the whole night. None of this makes him happy. He feels the gravity of what he is suddenly completely against his will. Suddenly, he is aware and feels tired, old. Old as the Grand Canyon and the mighty "Mississip," suddenly he knows. And quietly, while two barely legal lesbians "gone wild" go at it on the screen in front of him; he weeps.