Monthly Archives: February 2012

I had a belief that women I liked needed to be gagged with my charm and out-crazied the methed-out religious hobo ont the corner, that one that believes wiping correctly with toilet paper and flushing are friend requests to Beelzebub. Not doing them made me think I wouldn’t stand out of the crowd. I’d look like all the other dudes waiting in her line. They always seemed to be less afraid than I was, fearless even. She’d figure out I wasn’t supposed to be in the line in the first place if I didn’t try anything and ask me to leave because my nervous, stuttering and jittery balls were a disqualification. Continue reading →