Eating through a straw, pissing through a tube—these were dealings for old men. Moe Gafferson ate red meat, warm and rare, pissed in alleys when it ...uited him, and he surely wasn’t old, not yet. Moe wouldn’t stay down for long. Not now, not with all the motivators lining up in his head. Being stretched out in a bed and so gowed up he didn’t know day from night wouldn’t get the rent paid. And it wouldn’t teach the hood with the shiv that Moe Gafferson was not a guy to be fucked with. Yeah, Moe. "In a viscous cycle, this column seems to get the most mail after I have posted a story, but I tend to get motivated to write and post stories by the receipt of good "Dear Stepdaddy" letters. Ironic, ain't it?So how about we turn the tables? I am taking a risk here, in that my stratagem might fail to elicit any response, so please, gentle readers all, give serious consideration to helping me out here, by writing to this column with your advice for me.I am currently teaching a Sunday School. As I listened to the music and nursed my drink, another father came to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. We struck up a conversation and I discovered he brought his daughter and four of her friends to the concert. “Where are they?” I asked. He scanned the crowd and pointed toward the right side of the stage. “Over there, next to the tall muscular guy in the white tank top.” I couldn’t help but notice the young man he used as a landmark. “Do you know him?” I asked. “No,”. Mujhe uske bare me sab pata chal gaya tha ki ye bahut sari ladkiyo ko choad h wo dikhne me accha tha lekin wo mujhe kabhi kabhi ajeeb tarike se dekhta tha. Main apni saheli ko batayi ki ye mujhe bahut ajeeb tarike se dekhta h to meri saheli mujhe boli ki iske taraf dhyan mat de lekin main to ush ladke ki taraf dekti thi.Meri saheli ko main ye nahi batayi thi ki ye ladka mujhe ek din propose kiya tha. Main ush ladke par dhyan dene lagi kyu ki meri saheli ne mujhe bataya tha ki ye ladka bahut.