The first time I heard the prophecy about my penis I had assumed it was some kind of joke. We had gone to the 300 anniversary of the witch trials in Salem Massachusetts. There was a memorial with many guided tours of the old sites from those horrible days. My sisters and their friends had decided to visit a psychic dressed as a 1700 century witch who was giving readings behind the Walgreens parking lot, at a place known only as Proctor's Ledge.
The girls had asked about cute boys, who liked them, would they get married, or have kids. When she finished with them she turned to me with a sneer. "Your prick will decide the fate of worlds. On Valentine's day Death awaits us all if not for your cock. Follow Hecate's triple moon, it's light will guide you just as you are the witch's light bringer in her darkest hour. Stray from her path and nothingness awaits you."
One day, an all black goat had hovered outside my fourth floor bedroom window alongside a group of nude women on broomsticks. "The time of prophecy is at hand, stop playing x-box and fulfill your destiny." It called onto me.
I invited Arlo, Joe, Steve, and Dave over to my place for a BBQ. They were into goth chicks and weirdness. I hoped they would be able to offer some type of guidance on my Penis Prophecy. "We'll come but we need to bring some female guests. There was...." Turns out some drugged women had an all women orgy at Steve's place last night.
