So I managed to fool someone, via photographs from 1982, into thinking I'm handsome and desirable and that they should spend the better part of a sultry night caressing my eyebrows, following my treasure trail—currently overgrown and littered with cigarette butts and empty Coke cans—and exclaiming with delight, either real or feigned, I'm not fussy, … Continue reading Facebook Life Event # 302: Scary Weird Coincidence →