A Life in Pictures
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Getting away from the homosexually-inclined pictures (seriously, it’s a miracle I turned out straight), here’s a picture of me on Christmas morning at age four playing a toy saxophone. Yes, even at a young age I was interested in music (years later, I would take up playing an actual saxophone very, very poorly).
This toy saxophone was actually a gift from a woman I was seeing at the time, Linda. I had met her in a karaoke bar in Koreatown – she was sipping Stingers at the bar while I did my best Roger Daltry scream to “We Won’t Get Fooled Again”. That night, she took my virginity with the viciousness of a wolverine and the virility of a Cossack. It was magic.
Shortly after the holidays, Linda and I lost touch. Several years later, I learned that she had spontaneously exploded at a town fair thirty miles west of