I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.

Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?

Let’s just say that it did not end well. Things were thrown, curses hurled, none of the three ever came over again, and I had to recruit a whole new stable of booty calls. Maybe a better man than me could have turned that night into something out of Penthouse Letters, but all I did was end up with my dick in my hand and a mess in my apartment.

She was the one, I decided, who would guide me into the vortex of the cliche.

Written By Don DeLillo

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