Editor’s Note: This is the first in hopefully an ogoing series of creative writing in the areas of both fiction and non-fiction published by Rowtow.com.
This story is not mine.
It was told to me by a friend who, due to circumstances beyond his control, found himself jobless and living in downtown Fort Collins, Colorado one icy winter. Needing to quickly get a job to pay the rent at his hovel of a studio apartment, my amigo took the first job he could find: an overnight register jocky gig at The Book Ranch, Fort Collins’ own 24 hour “adult book store”. Which, despite it’s nom de plume, did not sell books at all. It did however sell a lot of magazines, dvds, vhs, “novelties” and various quasi legal drug substitutes like herbal ecstasy and whippets. What really made the Book Ranch special, though, was its “adult video arcade”.
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