ABSTRACT
1. Okay, let’s get this eleared up right away. His name. Okay l’ll just say it. I’m as ashamed of his name as I am of having lived in Buffalo at one time – another B-word. Okay it’s Brent. Yes Brent. Let’s faee it, if it’s 1995 and you’re sleeping with someone in their early twenties they are going to be called the B-word; Brent, or Bartley or Brandon. It’s very difficult to get poetic and effusive about somebody named Brent. So let’s just get this whole Brent thing out of the way now. Okay, everyone say it with me, and if there’s any laughter weil have to say it again: Brent.
