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shiny objects

Thursday, August 18, 2005


So I'm back in Houston. But that's not the important thing. The important thing is that I saw a flasher in the Starbucks at Lambert Airport.

He was wearing a tight pair of khaki shorts. He sat down across the room from me, right in my line of vision. He crossed his legs in the figure-4 position. His hairy scrotum fell out of his shorts. I winced. He stared me down. His expression sickened me in ways I cannot accurately put to paper.

I pretended not to notice him after that. I pretended that my brewing cup of tea had suddenly become quite enthralling. At length, he went away, leaving me to my disgust.

It's scary what perversions will drive a man to do in public. UGH.


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