During the period in my life right before I met Jay I was as lonely as a fourteen year old boy who masturbates compulsively, dreaming about low budget pornography and comic books. When the skinny boy at Taco Bell handed me my change and my nachos and didn't take his eyes off of my chest or when I walked by the HERE BE DRAGONS shop and saw the dungeons and dragons books in the window, I felt a slap of recognition. I understood the lurid stories lonely people tell themselves.
