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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.


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Last night I went to Walgreen's for cigarettes and bottles of placebo water for Becky and Lindsey. There was a young woman standing outside the entrance, ranting and raving to anyone nearby. Her hair was bleached blonde, her skin was white as chalk, and she was wearing a black pant, vest, and hat combo with a white blouse. Had she been in a bohemian coffee shop, she may have gone unnoticed, but standing outside of Walgreen's while shrieking about her hat caused everyone to give her a wide berth. She followed me inside while loudly exclaiming in a faux British accent, "I am the Queen of England! Where is President George Bush?" Suddenly, I remembered how to walk like a New Yorker, that is, fast, and was at the back of the store and away from her in about two seconds. I found the placebo water, and by the time I was at the counter to pay for the water and my cigarettes, Crazy was on her back and making dust angels in the soap aisle. Moments later, while I was standing outside and smoking and talking with Nathan, a guy who works at Walgreen's that I hadn't seen since hurricane Ike passed through, the manager came outside, looking for the police. We asked how Queen Crazy was doing and he remarked that she was currently drinking liquid soap. As I was driving away a policeman was leading her out of the store as an ambulance pulled up to the curb, and I thought, If I wrote this word for word into one of our books, someone would mention it in a review and say, "Things like that never happen in real life."