Upon discovering a book of poetry with an intriguing title, cover, and back story Gene Rusco, obviously not their real name, bought the slim volume from its publisher for $5. Upon reading the tome Rusco found that the book was nothing more than gratuitous sex, cussing, and filthy imagery.
Gene Rusco pulled out all of his own poetry full of gratuitous sex, cussing, and filthy imagery to compile this steaming piece of shit. Knowing he is not a real poet, writer, or accomplished literary mind, he does know that this journal, recorded when he was in his twenties, is still a million times better than what he purchased at that local book fair. The physical edition includes "redacted" dick pics, short illustrated stories, annotated graphic scenes from gay and MM novels, and Sins of the Cities of the Plain from 1854 also called Recollections of a Mary-Ann with short essays on Sodomy and Tribidism from the Erotica Biblon Society. All you get with the electronic version is the crappy poetry.