Aug 3, 2015

The Twink Sons of Mr. Blowfish

The class I hated the most in high school was Public Speaking.  I didn't mind the speaking -- it was rather fun having an audience.  But the teacher, Mr. Blowfish!

Actually Mr. Lundquist, he was a prissy, snippy, ultra-swishy little gordito, balding, with a villain goatee, who lived to impress upon students that they were worthless.  He swept over the classroom, making condescending, sarcastic, and insulting remarks in his overmodulated, oversophisticated voice.

I assumed he was gay.  So, years later, I tracked him down to find out.

See Tales of West Hollywood for the rest of the story.