...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

Apparently Left Hand Cuts the Right is a veritable flashback time-machine today.

First: the Guinness Book.

And now the sudden memory:

A boy once used this man to try to get into my pants:

More specifically, a boy once used Henry Rollins' poetry to try to get in my pants.

When that failed, he was not discouraged. He instead suggested that I just give him a ring if I was ever looking for a "friend with benefits."

The best part is that this whole conversation was very awkwardly had behind the circulation desk at the college library we were working at together.



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