When I was younger (like 16 to 18ish) I overheard kids talking about head shops. "You gotta check out the headshop in Middle Island, it's awesome!".

I tipped my fedora over my eyes and popped my collars up to remain inconspicuous as I listened to the cool kids talk about this headshop. Then the next day I heard someone else mention the headshop and how they got a "nice piece".

I started saving up my allowance for the next few weeks. It was hard, because my mother would make me clean my clothes (which I hate doing. Society makes you believe your clothes need to be clean but ancient cavemen didn't wash their clothes and they got laid).

After 3 months of saving up (cutting out the cost of candy and Twinkies) I had 50 dollars saved. I took the local bus to the headshop, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone in fear they would tell my mom where I was going.

I got into the headshop and looked around. I was extremely disappointed at first because all I saw was a bunch of pipes and stuff that looked like glass dildos. I asked where the other stuff was and he pointed to the back.

There was porn galore, porn as far as the eye can see. Porn on the wall. Then I saw the little booths. This is what I came for. I looked at the feet visible from the bottom until I found a pair that belonged to a girl. I dropped my trenchcoat revealing my beautiful naked body. My dick was so hard I could kinda see it poking out from under my belly. I opened the door, tipped my fedora "M'lady" when she screamed, pushed me out of the way, and ran to the front door.

Now I am a sex offender, just because some prostitute didn't like my body. This is why I joined a group of likeminded people over at r/incels.