One of the things I like about tennis is the built in "physical distancing." Even in doubles there's 4 people in 2808 square feet.
We all think Freud was a fool for "penis envy". Well, I've got a similar theory about the other side of the taint.
Every fiber of my non-existent soul didn't want to tell this story. It's wrong on so many levels. Stop here if ye be afraid.
I bumped into the shaming couple in the third world club the other night. They asked one simple question. They didn't like my answer.
It hadn't rained in Tucson for 50 days and 50 nights. The first time it did, my fucked up tennis friends "ran away" like they were being chased by a killer rabbit.
My little witness-protection friend may have to change his nickname. His "real" name is Ed Vegas -- or so he says, but how many "Venezuelans" have the last name Vegas? That's the US Marshal's office laughing their ass off as they make fake names for each Colombian drug lord they turn.
These goddamn pendejos from Tucson have taken body shaming to a whole fucking new level. This time we were renting a few days with the 1% in the LJBTC community. Fuck Disneyland, the LJBTC is the happiest place on earth.
I might have to break a couple of semi-famous thumbs.
Believe it or not, I have a friend, who recently became "famous" for quitting. Well, at least "internet famous" (in Tucson only) when he quietly retired.
If you see me being led away in handcuffs anytime soon, it was just life teaching me another little lesson about me. Here's my side of the story.