Not so long ago, a noder wrote me a special message. He'd been on a long and lonely interstate journey, he said, when he pulled into the parking lot of a fast-food joint. After partaking of sustenance, such as it was, he noticed an adult bookstore across the street, and proceeded thither to seek sustenance of a different sort.
He said that based in part on my recommendation, he picked up a few copies of Hawk, a wonderful publication filled with the nubile bodies of sweet young things. He thought it was "quite good" (to use his words). I like to think that the glossy images of soft pink flesh helped him through a lonely night, as they've helped me through many lonely nights of my own.
Well, I managed to warm something a little farther south. Ain't nothin' wrong with that at all.
Glad to know someone's reading. Happy trails!
I have a number of useless talents:
- A surprising number of eleven- to fourteen-year-old girls find me compellingly attractive. I swear to you that I'm not flirting with them. I'll be sitting on the train or something, minding my own business, and I'll look up to find a twelve-year-old giving me That Look and That Smile and That Giggle. I've had this ability ever since I was eighteen, or just old enough for it to be very dangerous. When I was that age, these girls were laughing at me.
- A surprising number of women over the age of 65 find me compellingly attractive. I suppose this is marginally more useful than the previous talent, since it at least doesn't make me look like a pedophile, but I have been groped in nursing homes more times than I care to admit.
- I have a psychotic stare that can make people fall off their chairs. Oddly enough, this doesn't interfere with talents 1 and 2. Go figure.