So I haven't been to myspace in months. but I just went to go look at my old blogs. I'll post them all here, since that's where this whole thing started. here's one from April 27th, 2005.
porno for strangers
One day when I was young I was walking down the street and a man came up to me and handed me a twenty-dollar bill. He said, ”Son, I want you to go into that store and buy me a porno magazine." I asked him why he didn't just get one himself and he looked at me wide eyed and worried and said, "they know me in there, they know me." So I went in side to purchase a magazine from the rack that was facing away from the front door. The rack tucked back in the dark "pervy" corner of the store. The challenge was deciding what kind of porn the old man wanted. Does he want young women, or does he prefer to look at women his own age. I looked at the magazines. I picked them up, looked, put them back, over and over and over. I must have been in there for a few days trying to select the right smutty picture catalog for the old stranger. Finally I found one that I was sure would be just right for a man such as the stranger. Lesbian nurses. I purchased the concentrated sin with no problem from the clerk. In fact he gave me a discount because it was coincidentally the first day I could legally buy this type of item (my 18th birthday). Unfortunately the old man was dead when I found him. The Dr. said it was alcohol poisoning, but I knew he really died of a broken heart, or pornlessness, definitely not alcohol poisoning. What an idiot that Doctor was. I hate doctors.