The Haunted Vagina

by Carlton Mellick III

I’m not sure why I did it. I didn’t want to give him the coat. I didn’t do it because I had something to prove. I just saw a guy freezing on a park bench, covered him with my coat, and continued on. Maybe it was because I was with Stacy. Maybe I was just so happy walking next to her that it made me want to make somebody else happy, too. I don’t know.

This book has a bunch of surprisingly nice and interesting passages mixed in-between the crazy.

“What’s your name?” she asks. “Steve,” I tell her. “Ewww,” she says. “I hate that!”

How to make a great first impression!

It feels firm but flexible, like a dolphin’s back.

Ah, yes. Who doesn't know that feel of a flexible, yet firm Dolphin back.