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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

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return of the boom bap

Tyson's back. Unfortunately, he didn't pass his audition. He did everything right, too. The family said he was sweet, playful, and seemed to feel comfortable in their home. Unfortunately, their other dog didn't feel the same way about Tyson. And, since the other dog had seniority, he got his way and Tyson was brought back to me. It was good timing, too, because I was on my way to pick up another dog, Sanford, when I got the call that Tyson was coming back to The Compound.

Luckily, Tyson didn't seemed phased at all by his adventure. Although, he immediately ran to the water bowl in my apartment and proceeded to drink to the last drop, obviously spinning an elaborate tall tale about how the other family denied him water the entire time he was in their care. But I know for a fact that wasn't true. This morning I caught him chewing on one of my shoes and, when I told him to stop, he looked at me with innocent eyes, paws still caressing the leather, as if to say, Are you sure? The other family in that place where you left me let me chew on their shoes.

Nice try, buddy boy.