Just Dropped My Wife at Her Boyfriend's House. Unforgettable. It Was Like A Scene From a Really Great Movie.

This is in North Portland, Lombard, behind the Green Zebra, tonight, 4:30 p.m.

We walked the ten or twelve blocks or so from her house to Chad's. Along the way on Lombard I joined a group and was increasingly joined by more people that turned out to be headed for Chad's. There were a few dozen couples by the end. Masked, we said nothing. Quiet anticipation.

We turned to go behind the Zebra and there were more of us there, in pairs, dropping off our wives with a kind of silent hunger. There was the occasional "have a good night." Sometimes there was, for an older person, spontaneous fapping. There was this undercurrent of goddamn joy and my eyes were wet. Everyone is wearing a mask.

There were children accompanying some of us, there were different ethnicities, but I've never seen a sacrament like this one before.

We nodded as we headed out our separate ways. I realized that I had been waiting four throbbing years to cum.