i regret this set of pits. frank and i met at a leonard cohen concert in monterey, california (bad place to start, right?) and he wrapped his arms around my torso during "i'm your man." i know. charming but kind of cheesy. anyway, i took frank home, licked his pits, which were "starchy," if you see what I'm getting at, and then i sent him on his way, quickly. smelled like hallelujah. after he left I jerked off thinking about todd (the one who lost his legs and then ghosted).