Grrrr. “Don’t sex-growl at me, jackass.” Can’t help it. Good picture. You look like an experimental novelist who won the MacArthur Genius grant. “Y’know, it’s creepy when a compliment is that specific.” You’re the one wearing the artistic glasses. “These are neat, aren’t they? Got an owl thing going on.” Where’d you get ’em? A … Continue reading Handsome Marin Boy