On my el ride home yesterday, I was reading in the hobo corner, standing against the emergency exit. An older couple took the seats there, excited to find two open seats next to each other. He got out a newspaper, she had a book. The woman glanced a few times at what I was reading, and then made an obvious effort to read the title on the spine. It might have been my imagination, but it looked like she was thinking My, isn’t it nice to see young people reading these days or something like that.
I’m only halfway through and it’s already covered Godzilla porn, man-on-ostrich sex and men inflating their scrotum with saline. I truly hope she doesn’t read it, it would probably destroy her mind.