
You never know what posts will connect with readers and which ones will be quickly scrolled on by. It is like pulling teeth most days to get even a word or two in the form of a comment. I guess tumblr is part of the issue. People seem to just want to quickly glance at a hot shot and then immediately be treated to another image without having to stop and understand why they liked the first image to begin with.

Most days (except those I want to say Fuck it and quit
FH), I have come to terms with the fact no matter how much time, or how much thought I put into a post...except for a couple of faithfuls, (thank you!!!) no one is going to bother say a word. I have learned the main reason to blog is not for those who read and comment, but for yourself. Once in awhile however I know a post connected, not by the comments but by an e-mail.

My grocery store encounter last month, which I wrote about in my April 18th edition of
The Gentlemen of Marlon Boro, elicited a comment from Bobby and a couple of e-mails from two readers, one from California and one from Germany of similar blood rushes as they walked through a store. (Hardware in CA, another grocery in Germany).

I am not sure why a touch of crack can sometimes be nothing, sometimes even be distasteful and other times be totally orgasmic. I do know however the reason is not the man sporting the cleavage, but instead the head space of the brain that's viewing it.




