The Life and Adventures of Randy Mesmer

HELP.

Randy Mesmer decided to seek professional help. Because it really was a compelling thought—that you could just take a pill and become a reasonable person.

He told his therapist about the compulsive sex, the nights at the baths, the blowjobs in bricked alleys, the glory holes.

Still he wasn’t sure she’d understood. Somehow she’d missed the mystic glory of it all. The way the lights looked in Chicago when no one was around and he was on his way to the Eagle at 2am.

“Do you imagine you know things no one else knows?” the therapist asked and she sounded so depressed he did not dare continue.