I deny having a "talent issue." I have a gigantic hole in my heart that is larger than that sinkhole in Guatemala City.



I am deathly afraid of being alone but I am even more afraid of being unhappy. Blowjobs make me happy. Very happy, in fact. It's an endless parade of first encounters. I know that there's no seat for me in this musical chairs game. I will cop a feel and Koppel my way out. Sayonara suckers...literally.