April 16, 2009: Sometime between 7:15 AM and 8:00 AM

Behind every public restroom door is a man sucking on the red, woolen sleeves of another man’s shirt. That can’t be every place, though, there are only so many clubs in California. When the deal’s complete, I can hurry home and see the kids. At least I know that they won’t be tainted by the ugly habits I’ve witnessed here, tonight. I laugh to think that somewhere, sometime, Ben could find himself in a restroom, forced to make love to the stained, tattered clothes of a mad homosexual rapist.
Now, I can’t manage a grin. What a world I’ve raised my children in, where strangers violate the mind with the very shirts on their backs. God forbid that Ben or Richard become those very villains. They’d rape the whole family overnight in a drugged stupor. What madness.