Poop Shute

Bookman's rules.

So just before I leave I remember that Bookman's has an adult section. I've know about it for a long time, but I always forget to check it out. Those that know me know that I am a big porn fan, so naturally I took the opportunity to peruse it this time.

I notice on first inspection that they have a HUGE rack of Playboys ranging from last month to thirty years ago. As a joke I think to myself. " I wonder if they have May 1991." That perticular issue is the one with both Shannon and Tracy Tweed (sisters, oh yeah) doing a hot shoot together, and also was the first pornography of any kind that I owned. At about thirteen I smuggled it out of a friend's dad's closet. My dad found it a few months later and threw it out.

To my massive surprise, there it was. A little beat up, a little dog-eared, but most definately a copy of Playboy, May 1991. I rush over to David, practically jumping up and down. "David, do you know what this is?"

"Uh...a Playboy?" he says with a sarcastic grin.

"Not just any Playboy!" I quickly launch into the story of my first copy, and how I came across it. Just as I told the part about the smuggling it out an employee who happened to be nearby and overheard the story clapped and said "Good man." David told me I had to buy it on principle. And just I started to head back to the counter to pay for it, the employee said, "no man, take it. It's yours."

"Really?" I managed to say, a little surprised.

"Yeah man, that's a cool story, you gotta have it."

"Thanks. Thanks a lot."

Once again, I say: Bookman's rules.