Porn in the Woods
When I was about 10, my friend Kris Henry and I (and others, though I don’t recall who) were playing in a construction site, throwing rocks at a phone book in a trench. Eventually, we tired of the rocks and climbed down to assess the damage. We discovered that the book was not, in fact, a telephone directory, but a thick issue of Penthouse.
At 10, I was more puzzled than titilated by our find. After a thorough, bewildering perusal, Kris buried in it the compost pile in his backyard. I never saw it again–maybe he still has it.
Ironically, my only clear memory from that magazine is not a photo, but a bad pun in the text of a foot fetish pictorial. For the rest of my days, the phrase “admit defeat” will hold special meaning for me.
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