School Daze: Centerfolds for Sale
After my mini-porn theater was shut down, heaven sent me an angel by the name of Chin Ho; an always grinning Korean guy who ran the newsstand on Lexington and 73rd Street, a convenient block and a half from my parents’ apartment. One afternoon, after stocking up on my daily supply of gummy worms, comic books and Mad magazine, I slipped in a Playboy, just for a fast thrill. Chin Ho wagged his finger at me, and then whispered conspiratorially, “This is our secret.” Read More
