My father wasn't a happy man. Oh, he had everything that should have made him happy. A wife, three children, two new Impala's in the garage that he paid cash for right off the show room floor.
But what he didn't have was excitement, and he wasn't an object of desire.
The people behind this magazine knew that. And they knew that if he didn't have it in real life, he could live it vicariously through their monthly rag.
Real Life Men's Stories was a magazine that broke all the rules - from their shocking and true exposes to their utter contempt for good grammar, this was a magazine that didn't have time for the niceties of fact checking or proof reading.
It had a mission and that mission was connect men with their visceral need to fight for what was good and right, even when confronted with the necessity of gun violence and women so ripe that they fell out of the tree and onto the hard cold ground of survival of the fittest.
In addition to jammed packed stories of wayward men and the women that made them leave the straight and narrow road of respectability, there were also loads of ads. We're talking thousands of tiny ads for every get rich quick scheme ever imagined. From X-Ray Spec's to Fish Farming For Fun (or Profit), this is the way the real world gets by, damn it.
Wives pooh-pooh'd these magazines, forcing men like my father to hide them under their beds. But it was worth it, damn it. The truth had to be told. Come the revolution, you'll need to know how to survive in the face of sex starved zombies and single digit IQ'd mercenaries. And after they drop the bomb, it could be you and your buddy alone on earth with hot tempered Virago's. They will need your seed to create new life, and you'll need to be ready to pick them off. This is the periodical that will show you how to get job number 1 done.
Thats what a real man's world is all about.
So you're saying he didn't have a stash of Norma Desmond Magazines under his bed?
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