Roman Empire

With women practically throwing themselves at him, Rich can’t control himself. But he continually blames his penis, which seems to have a mind of its own. After ruining yet another promising relationship with Jamie, Rich has finally had enough and wishes his penis would just leave him alone. The next morning, Rich wakes up to find his wish has come true and his johnson is no longer on his body.

Alfie Zimmer loves his wife but doesn't tell her anymore, and he hates his job but doesn't tell it either. Toilets, vulgar graffiti: real poems to him, and a notebook to list it. To never forget it. So one night, he books a room in a motel, down the hall, on the ground floor, not to sleep in it, but to die in it. The gun on the chin, a crazy idea cross his mind: what if he published his book? What if he does what he really wants? To live, fully, or to die?