The Paper Carrier’s Anal Bonus
It was 1975 and I had been a paper boy for five years. Though I was getting tired of it and considered the job beneath my status as a now legal adult at the ripe age of 18, I just couldn’t find anything else. My birthday in fact had just been the week before and I was anxious to spread my wings a bit and do something I couldn’t have done as a kid. The opportunity to do just that would come sooner than I had ever expected. Another paper boy had just moved so they had to reshuffle districts a bit and I was assigned a new area. It was a descent neighborhood but as was usually the case I wouldn’t meet anyone till I was collecting and that day had come. The day …