ABSTRACT
It all makes sense when you think about it, and God knows I’ve thought about it. Sex is the reason why I’m out here alone on Highway 93.
Sex and my family just don’t mix, like Mormons and Coca-Cola, like me and Joe Scardino, like good Catholic white folk and Indians and niggers, no way. No matter how you look at it, it’s just plain weird. God on one side, and sex and Lucifer on the other. My family and the sex-shame-guilt thing.
