Retrofuturist Stories

Hum my name before we say goodbye the neo-blues hit single song was playing with the pops and crackles on the vinyl player in his bedroom. Angelo took his fedora off and sat on his bed, slowly slipping off his shoes. He felt it. He felt it for the last time. An Erection. There was no time to call a working girl over from the Midnight District. But he knew this was the last erection he would ever have. He knew it in the wa...