I’ve been tagged! I’ve been tagged by the fabulous Mr. Peenee. Like some sort of a blogging literary catch and release program.
The cryptic details:
Pick up the nearest book.
Open to page 123.
Locate the fifth sentence.
Post the next three sentences on your blog.
From the pages of the autobiography of the wildly popular New York social butterfly decorator, Billy Baldwin. In this passage he is recalling his memory of the divinely decadent Jimmy Woolworth Donahue, Barbara Hutton’s cousin.
“Some years before, in a state of drunkenness, Jimmy circumcised himself with a penknife, and told me that never in his life had he suffered such pain and agony. As a result, he was grotesquely scarred and painfully sensitive. Much later I was told that when Jimmy and the boy got to bed, the first thing the boy knew was that Jimmy was dying and he got his clothes on and got the hell out of there as fast as he could.”
Thanks to Peenee for the tag, I have wanted to share these recollections of Jimmy Donahue’s penis and sordid sexual escapades for quite a while now but never had the forum. It was either that book or the paper back version of What Ever Happened To Baby Jane and so when reaching for it, I dropped it and Billy was next in line.
Tag five people, and acknowledge (see above) who tagged you.