Twelve

One time,

when Todd was twelve,

he discovered

a stack of Playboy magazines

in the basement at

the house where he

was babysitting.

He was transfixed.

This was the 70s, so

the models had pubic hair and

their boobs were real.

These images filled his mind

quickly and completely,

like a balloon filling with helium.

He didn’t stand a chance.

At that precise moment,

Todd became

an idiot.

Copyright Tim D.

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