I was hot on Chaz's tail (um, so to speak)

I was hot on Chaz's tail (um, so to speak) but SlimWhitman was way ahead and MoralEnd had nearly lapped me. Worse, PurpleProf was coming on strong, folding like her life depended o

n it, with GreenBanana & BuddyBoy not far behind. Sitting there in my cardboard box outside of Levi's Stadium, I realized I'd allowed my fixation with points on FoldingStory to

control my life. I needed to pick myself out of the gutter! I could show the world I was somebody! I put my FoldingStory and Candy Crush scores on my resume. Soon, offers

began to role in. I signed a three book deal with Spunk & Smutly based on my best folds, & Cici's candy asked me to design their holiday gift packages & Wired magazine did an op.

ed. piece on my favourite things. You could say I was living my golden age. In fact I did say that frequently until the day I met Nancy & all my previous pleasures turned into dust

bunnies beneath the mattress. Nancy Reagan had brought all my erotic fantasies to life. This was of course after she left the White House. We met on a breezy summer day.

The naked truth was that in later life, after her Ronnie went off his rocker, Nancy Reagan liked to skip through the park wearing only a masquerade mask and a smile. I was stunned

when I heard the news that Bill Clinton abandoned Monica Lewinsky to join Nancy in her escapades. President Obama laughed and just blamed Bush for the whole affair, except that

Bush was having an affair with Michele who was really Danny Glover in drag...and Bush really knew it, but he didn't care: he had seen the Crying Game a hundred times and he loved