I got rained out from work today and found myself with a few hours to kill and did something I haven't done in a long time. I put a porn tape in the VCR and sat down to enjoy an old fav VHS. As I got into the old couch and remote routine I found myself missing the days before dvds and internet porn.

Those days of searching. Driving. Weeding out which convenience stores sold good tapes and which were just shit stock. An occasional trip to the local porn that didn't yet have the big neon lights flashing in the window; they were still covered in paper and in the darker corners of town.

I look forward to being a parent one day, so I can bitch to my son that, in my day, we had to work for our pornography.