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They Got Away…

Reader’s of this blog have seen many a horrific dating/sexual experience described in detail by yours truly, and I thought that as a precursor to the finale of this dumb attempt at creating buzz around my writing, I’d like to take a moment to address the women in my life who I wish had stayed, if only for a little while longer, but didn’t as a result of sanity/wants/distance.


Bonnie Jo




Tyler lived in the same apartment complex as me (or is it I) when I moved to Florida for film school. We became fast friends despite his undying love for Queen. Our forces reunited after we had both become changed men in Los Angeles. We’ll never be the same, but our qualities coincide enough to where our friendship remains intact.
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