The first time I, a white man, ever sampled brown sugar, it was not an experience I would want to re-do. The poor young girl hustling the streets of Washington, DC gave me a case of the crabs while someone took a knife to my VW convertible so they could steal my casette player. She took me to the first whore house I ever visited where people fucking were only screened by bed sheets hung from the ceiling. I stopped to watch one couple until they noticed and asked me what the fuck I was doing. I guessed that was a retorical question so I didn't answer. I remember my skinny lover had a… Read more