Of all the adventures in the
world, the least expensive
and most exciting has always
been sex. My early libidinal
explorations are all tied to
public places. The first time
I ever kissed a girl was on
the stoop in front of her apart-
ment building. Passersby,
traffic noise, the railing I
leaned back on, the neighbors
coming and going up and down
the stairs, it all was part of
the pair of lips I was ramming
my own against. Afterwards,
when I ran home grinning from
ear to ear I felt love swelling
within me: love for lips, but
also love for cities, streets,
sidewalks, stoops, all the
places in which I looked
forward to continuing my

My own building, an over-sized
low-income apartment complex, was
ideal, both for its abundant supply of
young girls, and the almost unlimited
supply of hideaways to drag them to.