A Funny Kind Of Foreplay

Seven hours, all night, keeping the hand-dryer turned on: a funny kind of foreplay. When I dozed off, it turned off. I’d wake up freezing, go into an auto-Hitler saluting routine. Tried to dream, dream I was back at school (in class, instead of next to piss), hand above my head (triggering the blow into my bed). I had a wind-arm wind farm.

Wouldn’t have got any sleep at all if it weren’t for a beer mat. Used it to jam the button of the hand dryer on. It stayed turned-on until first light. What a night!