Tag: oh no

So there I was, upside down on my yoga ball, trying to work the pain out of my lower back, when I look to my right and see the lower half of my horror section of my library. This is the closest my books have to a Shelf of Shame as I tend to order fiction with my favorites toward the top shelf. And there I see my Anne R*ce books (censored because I don’t want her to sue me). Now as my snark at her expense might tell you, I’m not much of a fan. But my dad had these in his possession when he died and I’m a horror fan so I thought I’d hang onto them. His copies of Lest!t and Interview with a Vamp were pretty well worn but I saw a trilogy I was unfamiliar with and had never cracked open. It’s less than a month before my dad’s Deathiversary and its been on my mind I figured screw it and cracked it open.

So anyway that’s how I learned I’ve been playing host to some of my late father’s erotica for the last nine years.

And I took pictures but I decided not to post them you’re welcome

(Tbf these books looked like they’d never been read but fuck me come on.)