This story is loved and hated! The score goes yo-yo like. Someone pegs it with an 8 or 9 vote, then bam---it gets a frigging 1. It can't get out of the sixes! A comment, "Sucks!" inspires me to rewrite. But then I get, "Brilliant!" so I don't. It's in the basement with my story on gay prison sex, and the one on dog screwing, but I can blame the subject matter in those two. Feeling masochistic? Read this, followed by my oddball, "Sylvie's In The Park" Me? I need a drink!
(a surreal Sci-Fi story by Hungry Guy)
Foreword: I once mentioned in the ASSD newsgroup that many of my story ideas come to me in dreams. I keep a pad and pen on my nightstand, and jot down my dreams in the middle of the night. In the morning, I review my nocturnal notes, and find that some ideas can be worked into usable plots while others are little more than useless rants. Well, this is the weirdest one yet. So enjoy! Or not. Whatever...
“And it was around that time that he decided he was gay. Then he started living with something of a new-age yoga cult in Pahrump, Nevada, near Death Valley...”