Horatio writes: Thanks to Jay Grass of Chicago for this submission:A product of divorce, lax parenting, advanced tastes, and being the youngest of three brothers, James Fallon was always flush with porn. From fifth grade onwards, his bedroom was littered with magazines, discarded brazenly on the floor, and stacked inches high on a stool by the throne in his en-suite bathroom. While the rest of us proudly possessed two or three mags maximum, Fallon amassed a John Paul Getty sized collection. Magazines, Videos, Posters. If you were offered a golden ticket to the Wonka factory or an invitation to hang out at the Fallon house, 9 out of 10 boys in my class would have plumbed for the latter. Such was its size, that every six months or so, word would get out that James was doing a "purge" of his collection. This was the signal for all of us to turn up at his home and cart off whatever he was giving away. The scene was amazing. You would turn up and see your mates exiting his front door with piles of mags -- as much as they could carry, and a video or two tucked under their arms. Did every class have a James Fallon equivalent in their lives?
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