I used to stash porn mags in a hollowed out tree that was struck by lightning.
I'd ride my bicycle out there, smoke cigarettes and check out the centrefolds.
Kids a couple of towns over started adding theirs to the collection, it was collaborative, there was something special about that old tree .
And then it all came crashing down when yesterday my wife said "you cant keep doing this, you're in your fucking 30's"
So now I just do Wordle.
