You seem to've found another metier, Ken: wry urban folk tales.
It works wonderfully, in part bcuz "he" is an Innocent (use what other
descriptors you will, folks) so the comi-tragic factor's deepened.
On 17 February 2010 08:28, Ken Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> His early religious training resurfaced after his divorce. He believed he
> was destined for torment. Thus, he purchased a week's worth of boxer shorts
> and had a local laundry overstarch them. The first time he wore a pair the
> irritation to his groin was peculiarly unpleasant, the flip side of getting
> an erection on a public conveyance. The next day he wore a new pair and much
> the same thing occurred. He fought to keep his genitalia away from the
> fabric. Any thoughts that might inspire arousal would create a severe
> irritation. Eventually he taught himself to stand in such a way that his
> equipment stayed almost entirely out of contact with the heavily starched
> material. He recognized, albeit dimly, that his behavior was insane. But he
> thought it was guaranteeing him a trip to Paradise, and besides, the Chinese
> guys who starched his laundry every day loved him half to death.
> Ken Wolman
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