I got lots of email after my first chapter encouraging me to keep telling stories, so here you go. It turns out that at least a few Nifty readers have also had their fair share of shenanigans in the same places I wrote about. This could get interesting. Anyway, read on for more. I spent a couple more years in Columbia, hitting the johns in Ellis, Jesse, the Union, and other places. But finally the time had come to get a real job and make my way into the real world.
So at the end of , I packed up my belongings, said goodbye to MU and its surroundings, and headed off for the Pacific Northwest. I had two weeks before I was due at my new job and fully intended to make the best of them.
If you know what I mean. The web had just begun to take off and CFS was at the time just a big page with a list of known active university tearooms. So armed with the list and an atlas, I had prepared a route from Missouri to Washington that lasted two weeks and hit as many potential campuses as I could and still get where I needed to be on time. I had a few day detour into Utah to do some snowboarding, then I had to high-tail it up through Idaho, Oregon, and finally to Washington.
Well, as road trips go, this one started off pretty sucky. Being a holiday weekend, KU was a bust. All of the good buildings were closed, so I only spent a few minutes wandering around and decided to try for Junction City that afternoon. Not to worry, even though I missed out on KU-flavored dick that day I made up for it later.
I can remember shivering in anticipation of all those hot, butch, straight-ish young guys who were going to be fighting with each other to get their drippy boners through my glory hole and into my waiting mouth. Not really my cup of tea. I headed on back to the arcade, bought some tokens, and looked around to see if there was anything good to be had.
