The Day Reagan Was Shot

On the day Reagan was shot, I was walking home from the bus stop in Auburn to my home more than a mile away.

I was just off Interstate 80. The day was hot. I passed by a car parked beside the road. Inside, I saw a man flogging himself.

I’d never seen this before. I’d never done this myself. I was shocked and appalled.

I walked on. A minute later, the guy drives up beside me and asks me if I want a ride.

“No, thanks,” I said and walked on, scared to death.

I had never encountered anything like this. This was not the way Seventh-Day Adventists behaved.

Just then, some Adventist friends drove up and offered me a ride. I gratefully accepted.

A couple of years later, I was walking in to town along a nearby lonely road on a Sunday afternoon when a man drove up beside me and said, “You wouldn’t be interested in a blowjob would you?”

I said, “No thanks!” and walked on.

I told some friends about this and they said, “You should’ve asked him, ‘Where’s your wife?'”

I don’t think there’s much that’s more appalling than a sexually out of control man.

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see Amazon.com). My work has been followed by the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (Alexander90210.com).
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