Gung-ho Weirdo

Hello WeiRdos! My apologies for the late episode today. A few problems occurred this morning: I woke up late in a hotel in Chicago and no idea how I got here. Just kidding, I know how it happened but, I drank last night, very uncharacteristic for me but I'm on vacation. Then, my computer died in the middle of reading. Below is an unedited bit of what I wrote on the train yesterday: it's also read by me on the podcast.   Enjoy and let me know your thoughts. Blood Like Water (snippet from the Train) post #1 There have been times and places when and where men pursue men to their deaths. Those places are distant. In war novels, too young men, given breath and blood in early pages, are fated to be stripped of both by stories end and most certainly, eventually, by pages end. Photos of their virgin lovers once or many times removed are intricately creased in their dusty bags with few other belongings and stared at as inspiration during desperate or scheduled masturbation, and, in cases of true love, into the q