From the blog of author Brock Clarke:
Between Portland and Seattle
posted on September 24th, 2007
Many of you gave me a good bit of grief last week, when I wrote I was “touched” by the people who came to my readings in Milwaukee, Minneapolis, etc., and so I won’t write that I was “touched” by those of you who came to my readings, and those of you who hosted my readings, in San Francisco, San Mateo, Portland, and Seattle. Although I was. “Touched,” that is.
But speaking of being touched, I do have a story to tell. I stopped at a rest area alfway between Portland and Seattle on Interstate 5. It was 10:30 pm, or thereabouts. I walked into the men’s restroom, and there in the first stall two men were (and I’m going to put this as delicately as possible) having sex. With the stall door wide open. One of them saw me and smiled at me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did what I was there to do in the first place: I went to the bathroom, and then got out of there as fast as possible, but before I did I heard one of the guys say (presumably) to the other one, “Yeah, I have diabetes.” If anyone has any idea what this information would have to do with anything, please keep it to yourself.
See you in Buffalo, Brattleboro, Providence, Concord, South Hadley, Boston, Manchester, New York City.
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