Dr. Gary Lee and I are twenty three years apart, but we have a few things in common. One, sometimes being gay sucks, and not in the sloppy fun way we all know and love. Two, Gary shouldn't be a gay virgin at age forty four. That's just some sad shit. Three, Larry in accounts-receivable sells the absolutely dankest weed.
It's not much, but it might--just maybe--be enough to get us through a malware removal, a surprise gay bar encounter, and a few fumbling sexual adventures. I'm just throwing an old fogie a little pity sex. That's all. Consider me a sexual non-profit. Total saint, this Simon guy. Yep.