Besides, it's easier to be kinky a long way from home.Besides, it's easier to be kinky a long way from home. Hmph. It's easier to be liberal when you're a long way from my home. You know how the Jaycees put a little sign outside their town to encourage tourism? Like "Whisk Broom Capital of the World" or whatever. Our town motto would have to be something like: "Not as bad as you might have imagined," or maybe "Preferable to Gary." How about: "Leave it in drive" Even Chicago was better. At least there was something happening all the time. Most of it unsolved. Anyway, I like the South almost as much as SF and a lot more than Chicago. You don't have to shovel water. And I like J a lot more than I thought I did when I left. So anyway, I'm a top now. Sort of. I got my feet back on the ground over the last month, and decided that J wasn't so gawdawful weird after all. He's still adamant about me having a shot at topping, and I still don't really feel constitutionally suited to it, but I'm going to do it. When I decided to go back to J I called and told him I needed some money if I was going to top him. For toys. He sent me a bundle, so I'm back, and loaded for bear. As they say. In fact, we got started on Column Two when I got back, but we had to stop when I pulled a groin muscle, even though it wasn't mine. I mailed the first part of this document to a couple of ASB'ers at their home addresses just before I got back to J. It was titled The List, and added up to near 500k in 6 files, "chapters" (items) 1-21. I don't know if it ever got posted. There's no indication that it did on the net... [Note from The Present: It ended up getting posted after all, thanks to wizvax and some very nice wizpeople, but I'll leave this stuff in anyway, out of date though it is.] ... If it didn't, then this will seem like an extended non-sequitur to you. |