I also remember going to Quick-Trip on Sunday, buy the Sunday paper, play coin-ops and then going to the newsstand and stuff a few Hustlers, Genesis, Club, etc into the newspaper and walking out with my ill-gotten booty. I think the clerk knew what I was doing but she was super kind hearted.

About 6 months late5r I ended up with such a large stash of jerk off magz I gave one selection away to a friend who about spewed when I handed him a box of about 30 sordid magz.

Finally, the night before I went into the military I stuffed my remaining stash into a big box and drove outside the county line and threw them out the window into a ditch. It was kind of like a funeral, a few hours later I was on a plane to San Antone…